Hometown autumn field

My hometown is in the countryside. There are many beautiful sights that the city can't see. There are verdant mountains, clear rivers, and winding fields. I love the autumn fields of my hometown.

In the autumn fields, the rice is yellow and clear, and the rice stalks are pressed straight down, like a hunched old man. Looking from afar, one acre of rice fields is connected to one acre, and one side cannot be seen. The rice is covered with gold, golden, and loved. There are a few corn fields next to the rice fields, and the corn is ripe. The peasant uncle was busy licking the corn. Although he was too busy, they were full of joy.

There is a large orchard next to the cornfield. The fruit trees are full of big, sweet fruits, and the fruit is full of fruit. Apple opened a red smile, big yellow and yellow pears, pomegranate showing neat teeth and grinning, a string of pearl-like grapes, red persimmons like a little red lantern. The farmers also took the fruits with great harvest and joy, and put them neatly in boxes and shipped them all over the world.

On the field road, the wild chrysanthemums are blooming and bursting with fragrance, which attracts many bee butterflies. The bees are busy collecting honey in the flowers, the butterflies are not idle, dancing in the flowers, wearing them, playing like A game of hide and seek. A group of wild geese lined up in the form of "human" flying over the fields, and wrote a good song for the industrious people.

I love my hometown and love the autumn fields of my hometown, because there is a joy of harvest.

A small third grade in Panzhihua City, Panzhihua District, Sichuan Province: Little Clove