autumn

I stopped the hasty footsteps and looked back. The autumn girl seemed to stand in front of me: the dead leaves of the leaves were swirling and swaying, like a butterfly jumping up the waltz, and it was like singing this colorful In the colorful golden autumn, the yellow rice fields are tumbling with layers of golden undulating waves, rising and falling, and swaying; the September chrysanthemum blooms with sweet and splendid smiles.

Suddenly, the top of the head passed a group of playful birds, and the open feathers seemed to be golden in the golden autumn, which was dazzling. But some leaves are not yellow, in a golden season, green leaves are a miracle! It feels like I saw the frost in June. The autumn rain fell, and it was not big, it was like a flower needle. I really like this rain!

I, standing in the field of contemplation, surrounded by silence, the autumn girl seems to sing in low voice, slyly telling the story of autumn... I feel like I stepped into the realm of autumn: the autumn girl is wearing makeup, she is dead Have a crystal-clear soul. As I followed the autumn, the autumn girl was covered with a layer of golden gauze, and everything was awakened from her sleep, adding a dynamic to the gauze.

Autumn is short! When the cold invades, you naturally think of the beauty of autumn, how fascinating the autumn wind is. In fact, this is just a kind of attachment and feeling that I had last autumn. I remember that I didn’t deliberately watch the autumn colors, and I didn’t experience the autumn taste. Even when the fall came, I remembered. clear. It wasn't until the cold winter came, I realized that I had missed every detail of this fall! I want to save it, it is impossible. Autumn has left with the wind, leaving...

In the fall of this year, I finally understood how to cherish! I can not only watch the autumn colors quietly, but also experience the taste of autumn and high spirits...