fall

Autumn is so beautiful, the autumn wind is blowing a little, making a small voice, like a little girl playing the piano to play beautiful music for us.

The autumn is over, the leaves on the tree are yellow, the yellow leaves are like a bird resting on the tree; the leaves fall in the air like birds, the leaves are sparse on the ground like sleeping; and those pieces fall into the ground, It's like putting a new golden dress on the earth.

But the cypress is not the same, it is still so green, straight, draped in green and green gauze, like giving people a post. Some of them are not pines and cypresses, but the leaves are also green, giving people an illusion, as if they are still in the spring scenery.

In the autumn, the rice in the field is yellow and clear, like a golden ocean. The sky is blue, like an endless sea. This time is the day when the peasant uncle hopes for a long time. It is the day when the peasant uncle harvested. The peasant uncle will surely bring the sickle to harvest the rice. This kind of joyful mood can't be described in words. At this time, the fruit is ripe. Looking at these fruits, my heart and mouth will definitely pick up, and the saliva will flow out.

In autumn, other flowers are smashed, but all kinds of chrysanthemums are so beautiful. Add a lot of color to the fall.

what! How beautiful autumn is, autumn is not only a beautiful garden, but also a beautiful music.

Autumn is not only a season of harvest, but also gives us a fascinating view. After the embellishment of the autumn girl, Jinhu Park is like a shining pearl!

When you come to the park, you find that the artificial lake is more clear, and the colorful stones at the bottom of the lake are clearly visible. Small fish and shrimp are more lively and lovely. The willows on the shore are even more awkward, and the golden leaves are falling, like a group of golden butterflies dancing in the air. The holly trees on the side are still so beautiful and straight.

The flower beds in the east are whiter, the white chrysanthemums are everywhere, and the pink wildflowers are beautiful inside. What is pleasing to the eye, this is. Look again, outside the flower bed is a vast grassland, each grass is so green, each one is a perfect piece of art. They vary in shape, some are high, some are low, some are thick, some are thin. The red color of the powder is reflected in the tender green, which makes people feel relaxed and happy. The so-called: "Million green from a little red." I can see this scene.

There is a bamboo forest in the southwest, and the trees cover the sky and the trees are green and straight. A gust of autumn wind blew, the forest "sand" sounded, this is a fascinating piece of music, this is a song played by nature. Behind the dense bamboo forest is a small ditch. Over the small ditch, a farmland is reflected in your eyes. The golden golden rice was bent slightly; the fiery red sorghum opened its mouth; the white snow white cotton broke the belly. Golden yellow, fire red, snow white, these three beautiful colors dress up the autumn farmland!

The autumn park is so beautiful!

The autumn wind is like a magical brush. After a night of effort, the blue-green forest belt is dyed into gold.

Ascend to the top of the hill and look down. There is a golden color in front of you. If you look closely, you will see a piece of red and a piece of green in the golden. Red is like agate, green like jade. There is also a pond with a mirror level at the foot of the mountain, reflecting the beautiful scenery in front of you, which is particularly beautiful.

After going down the mountain, the stalls that sold watermelons on the side of the road disappeared. Instead, they were the fragrant and crisp big apples and the red pomegranate that cracked the mouth and broke the shell. How fascinating it is!

As the saying goes, "A cold autumn is a cold, and ten autumn rains are going to wear cotton." The autumn wind in the sorrow reveals the coolness. Look, the pedestrians on the road have inadvertently put on thick sweaters, put on the folder, and some put on the down jacket.

In the crop field, the golden corn is brushed like a golden rod, and the red tassels, like the shy little girl, blushes and sways in the breeze, soothing in the breeze. The wind rustled and the field was like a chorus of nature.

In the orchard, the bright red persimmons are like small lanterns, hanging high on the branches, the branches seem to be broken, and the bunch of purple grapes hanging with crystal dew, like crystals in the sun The shining light flashed under the light.

I was infected by this golden fall, intoxicated, ah! I love this harvest, golden autumn.

Third grade: Xue Lingyue