Autumn essay

In the early morning, I gently opened the door, under the old sycamore tree in front of the door, the yellow leaves were like a golden carpet, laid on the ground, stepping on the soft. So I know that autumn is coming.

Yes, autumn is coming, the dry grass on the grass, the golden leaves under the big tree, and the geese flying through the sky that day are the best proof. I put on my coat and walked on the road. A burst of autumn wind, I could not help but wrap the coat, the unknown tree on the roadside, a few dead leaves slowly falling, they are spinning in the air, flying, it is they shivering in the cold wind. I reached out and caught one of the fallen leaves. The dry veins were so distinct that the leaves were like the weather-beaten hands of the old man! So, I am sad, because this thin leaf reminds me of the old man who has lost the age of the candle, reminds me of the pain of life and death, and let me understand the sorrow of "the sunset is infinitely good, just near dusk." I hate this bleak and bleak autumn.

Unconsciously, I have already walked into the fields. This is indeed a completely different scene. In the fields, rows of mature rice form a golden ocean. The wind was mixed with rice scent, filtered through my heart, and all the cockroaches and sadness that I had just blown away. The people who cut rice in the rice fields are so busy and sweaty, but their faces are filled with joy that cannot be concealed. Yes, the hard work has not been in vain, the sweat under the scorching sun, and the hard work has finally brought in a lot of fruits. Who can not be pleased with it? I seem to understand in an instant: no autumn, where is the joy of harvest? No autumn, bring the warmth of spring? No autumn, where is the change of the four seasons? The fall of the autumn leaves does not reflect the pride of "red is not a ruthless thing, turned into a spring mud to protect flowers"? Autumn, it is a lovely season, worthy of the season of praise. I love this fruitful autumn.

Walking back home, there was a faint scent of fragrance everywhere, and it was discovered that the sweet-scented osmanthus had quietly bloomed. That little flower is like a sweet smile. So sweet! I sniffed a few mouthfuls of greed, and the flowers suddenly spread in my nose and mouth. Gradually infiltrated my heart. I am enchanted by this floral fragrance and I am immersed in this beautiful autumn day. This pure flower language belongs to the autumn, and this faint floral fragrance belongs to autumn. Autumn, it is so beautiful!

In the golden autumn of October, sweet-scented osmanthus fragrance; golden autumn October, harvest hope. I love this harvest season, autumn!

Liushui County, Jiangsu Yancheng County Experimental National Education Group Juniors: Zhang Xiangru