Picking up autumn

Autumn is a light footstep, and a smile with a sorry smile is late. The beautiful fairy is wearing a golden dress, and comes to the world with a cool autumn wind and a magical brush.

She played in the field, and with a pen, the rice scented; the sorghum was also blushing; the crops were full of fruit, and they all yelled: "I am the most full, I am the most big!" The farmer uncle is very happy. I only saw the sickle waving in the field.

She chased in the mountains, a hair dryer, gold leaves brushed; some turned red; some were green, when the wind was big, like the three-color waves are boiling, rolling. Fascinating.

She sat by the pond and used her ankles to stir up the waves, and the pool surface was rippled. Also formed a little hoarfrost, scared away the small fish foraging. She proudly looked at her "masterpiece" and smiled mischievously.

Autumn is fragrant, autumn is harvested; autumn is cool, autumn is bleak; autumn is beautiful, autumn is fascinating. I love this unusual fall, I want to pick up this picturesque scenery.

First day: Zhao Menglin