Autumn colors in my hometown

The arrival of autumn turns the warm and green summer into yellow, the bright leaves and the fragrant, fascinating fruit.

In the past, when I arrived in the fall, I fantasized about the cantaloupe of Xinjiang's sweet and thirsty mouth. But now it is different. When my hometown is in autumn, the door of the fruit opens. It is a mature thickened fruit in the air within three thousand miles. The fragrance can make me drool, the autumn girl's hand is like the wind, the hand is gently swinging, the fruits are like the beautiful Yi people in the dance, graceful and graceful.

In autumn, the maple leaves are dyed in red, and the green is turned into golden, and the childishness is matured. In the distance, you can see the colorfulness of the fall, a slap in the air, hovering in the air, it should be to tell us that the fall is coming, the peasant uncles, it is time for a bumper harvest! At this time, we can't help but think of "the old vines of the vines, the bridges and the waters, the ancient roads, the west wind and the thin horses." Many people will feel that autumn is not the same as "Music" and "lonely" as described by Ma Zhiyuan? We must seriously think about it, such as: the peasant uncle came to the fall, are they happy or will they frown? When we eat the fruit of a delicious thirst in the fall, will the peasant uncle be sad? Certainly not, I have worked hard for a year, and finally I can get a positive result. I will earn a lot of money, and of course I will be happy. So? We must listen carefully to the fall, fantasy fall, and it will suddenly open up to the beauty of the falling flowers. And when you think of maple leaves, isn't autumn also unique? She wore one of the most attractive, beautiful and glamorous red clothes, danced and slowly fell, like a stamp, sending the wandering family's wandering family and missing their hometown words.

Autumn seems to be sad and unpleasant in most people. I have to talk and I like, and I think autumn is beautiful. Although there is no spring anger, summer enthusiasm, no winter fascination, but autumn has a hard work. There are many colors, a variety of aromas, and a lot of vision, and I just like the realistic beauty of autumn, the beauty of labor, the beauty of vision, but the autumn colors of my hometown are even worse.

The second day: lzt people and the second middle school