November awards essay: Autumn

Looking up and seeing a piece of sycamore leaves floating in the air, slowly found that autumn is coming...

Holding the pen's fingertips reveals a hint of coolness, the autumn wind washes away the summer heat like the water, only feels comfortable in the autumn, a mild season; the clothes are gradually thicker, and the silkworms are busy weaving Resist the cold of winter and wait for the bloom, a busy season in autumn; let go of the summer mischief, naughty and green, I picked up the book, the fruit brought out its most beautiful color, autumn is the mature season.

Occasionally go out the door and find her beautiful figure in the field.

The rice stalked the golden smile on the side of the road. Looking at the summer grass, the grass was soft. They had to rest. They might wait for a university to cover them with quilts. The wind fluttered and flew up to make the dance of the breeze teach it to the fullest, let people discover the heart of her golden dress, who knows that they are using life to praise this golden season.

The fragrance in the orchard has already overflowed the fence, and the wind has led the fragrance to drift through the small village. Apple's red like a round of sun can feel the warmth of the hand by touching the sun; the peach has been hanged on the branches of the powder... The fruit is crowded and shaken on the branches, there will be a scarecrow in the field together with the autumn Waiting here...

Stepping into the maple forest, there was a burst of sound from the ear. When I walked into the autumn, I wore a golden dress and pulled the violin in her hand. The sound of the piano was so delicate, and the red maple leaf danced around her with the climax. The sound of the flying leaves is getting more and more, and when it is finished, she will disappear. I will only stay in the forest...

When the fruit was full of baskets, the valley was filled with rice stalks and the leaves stopped. The autumn was carried out with the skirt, leaving only that joy to take away the hope. And the Scarecrow stood silent in the field, and people said that he was good at waiting for the fall because there would be wheat to bring her...

Sichuan Junior One: Jiang Pengxin