Hometown fall

The third grade class of Nanhu National Primary School in Zhuanglang County

The fall of my hometown is a beautiful season, a season of harvest.

The chrysanthemums in the garden are open, colorful, pink, golden, purple, and white. You don't let me go, I won't let you, competing for openness, exudes a burst of fragrance. A large piece of golden wild chrysanthemums on the uphill is open, attracting many bees to collect honey.

The autumn leaves have gone through a night of wind and frost, and the colors have changed. The leaves of larch, poplar, and phoenix tree turn golden yellow, and the leaves of pear, apricot, and maple trees turn red, and the autumn wind blows, and the fallen leaves are like colorful butterflies flying in the wind. The leaves of the ivy on the wall are red and bright, and they are burning like a group of flames.

The apples in the orchard are ripe, red, like a small lantern hanging on the branches, yellow orange and orange pears like a small gourd, it seems to make people drool. The grapes on the shelf are like a pearl agate, crystal clear and beautiful.

The fields are full of scenes of harvest, flaming sorghum, golden beans, corn in the carriage, big, fat artichokes, and peasant uncles are busy harvesting crops.

The fall of my hometown is another season of harvest.

Third grade: 郜佩璋