It is autumn wind

The autumn wind is cool, the golden laurel is fragrant, and the autumn girl walks lightly.

The sun is like a huge orange, with a few rays of light; the water is clear and cold, swaying and flashing; standing on the roadside, the leaves are thousands of times between the heavens and the earth, accompanied by the wind, dancing, and quietly silently Fall to the ground.

"Autumn clumps around the society like a pottery, and the fence is gradually slanting. It is not a flower that prefers chrysanthemum. This flower is more flowerless." This is a portrayal of the great poet Yuan Yu’s love for chrysanthemum. The chrysanthemum has big and small , yellow, white, purple... here is a cluster, there is a cluster, purple and red. The flowers are scattered with fragrance, and the distracting thoughts in my heart are swept away. The peace and joy are refreshing. Under the flowers, there are bees working, and there are butterflies playing. Most of the grass began to turn yellow, and some still mixed with green. A touch of yellow, a touch of green, put a warm autumn outfit on the earth.

The wind is the most common, always with us: there is no warmth of the spring breeze, no sultry heat of the summer breeze, and no winter breeze. Sometimes it was cool, whispering, licking my cheeks, and sometimes rushing over, with some dirt, dust, leaves and fragrance. Listen, the leaves creaked; see, the geese began to move south, and the leaves began to fly. I reached out to catch the wind, but it gradually disappeared. Isn't this the autumn wind? With a little cool, a little free and easy.

In the cool autumn, it is still hot! The maple forest changed from green to orange-red, and the layers of the leaves undulating and fluttering, looking from afar, like a blossoming red cloud. The leaves are large and small, like shawls, like Caixia, and they offer a passionate dance in the wind. I watched the fiery maple forest, and the emotion seemed to be burning with it...

In the aroma of the orchard, the apple rose red, the pear tree smiled and bent, the pomegranate opened his mouth, the peach was red-faced... all kinds of fruit trees, you don't let me, I won't let you, the fruit is heavy. On the branches, it is very much. The uncle's mouth was bent into a "crescent" and his eyes were split into two slits. Autumn, a season of harvest! Not only fruits and vegetables, but also food. In the fields, the wheat waves are rolling, the wheat ears are a string, and the wheat grains are full and swollen, and they are rising and falling in the wind. It seems that the waves of the color are slap, and laughter is coming to us.

Autumn is like a youth, and it is flourishing.

Autumn is a beautiful picture, rendered beautiful and beautiful by various landscapes.

Autumn as the hope of the future, the golden harvest will motivate us to keep moving forward! go ahead!

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