Autumn is coming

Autumn comes with the sound of fallen leaves, and the morning is as fresh as dewdrops. The sky glowed softly, clarifying and embarrassing, making people want to listen to a high flying skylark singing. As soon as I got out, there was a breeze blowing towards me, and there was a hint of coolness on my body, which made people refreshed.

On weekends, I met several partners to go up the mountain to enjoy the autumn atmosphere. First of all, what attracted me was the maple leaf on the side of the road. I stopped and looked at the maple leaf with the branches. The golden maple leaf was mixed with a little red maple leaf. I didn’t have a flavor. The autumn wind came to me, listening to the songs played by the leaves, I couldn’t help but be intoxicated, as if I was a cloud that stayed here, admiring the masterpieces of nature. Suddenly, a little thing broke the calm here, I saw it in The branch jumped and jumped. I took a closer look. It turned out to be a little squirrel. I waved with it enthusiastically. I saw him jumping into my hand and moving my mouth. It seemed to welcome me.

I continued to walk deeper. At this time, it was a stream that caught my eye. The stream was slowly flowing, and the water was shining with dazzling white spots, like the stars of the night. There is a large chrysanthemum by the stream. I sit on the shore and put my feet in the stream. A small fish swims from my feet. I smell the faint fragrance of the chrysanthemums on the shore. I can’t help but fall in love with this. Beautiful autumn.

I stood on the edge of the cliff and looked at the mature rice below. I looked at the golden rice fields and looked at the string of full and full ears of rice. I understand that it is the sweat of the farmer’s uncle for a year. Pinned. I continued to move forward, in front of a large orchard, where there are more fruits! There are apples, bananas, oranges, grapes, etc., and the small trees pressed by the heavy apples can't lift their heads. Autumn is a season of harvest, and there is a joy of harvest everywhere.

The beauty of autumn is mature and rational. It is not as shy and charming as spring, nor is it as open as summer, hot, not as introverted and subtle as winter. Autumn came quietly, came to the field, came to the creek, came to the mountain, and put the earth into a charming autumn outfit.

The sixth grade of Yangtian Lake, Changsha, Changsha, Hunan: Zhang Yuchen