Spring girl is coming

When I am like a poet, "The bright spring, the unrestrained summer, the clean winter", the autumn girl is coming!

The autumn girl put on her golden clothes and quietly came to our bustling city. The autumn girl looked at the spring girl's masterpiece. The dense trees were hiding in the lush green trees. I couldn’t help but be jealous. I rose up with a small mouth. She fell asleep and secretly hid all the leaves hidden in the big tree. Turned into yellow, the autumn girl was very happy for her masterpiece, thinking: "This is too rigid, add something better." Um..., wind, um wind! The autumn girl thought of the autumn wind brother, the autumn girl shouted loudly: "The autumn wind is coming, I need your help." The autumn wind quickly came over, and immediately called... the blow of the call, the big leaf of the maple leaf was blown off, the autumn girl gave the autumn wind, and the autumn wind grievances said: "Why are you hitting me?" The autumn girl said with anger: elegance, must Elegance can reflect my beauty. "At this time, a person came and saw the maple leaf dancing in the sky. He said casually: "Parking is in love with Fenglin, and the frost is red in February." "Autumn girl moved and screamed and left the tears of the land. She thought that the field still needs me, can't stop, so the autumn girl is gone."

She came to the field, everyone fell asleep, and the autumn girl did not cry. She really wants to know what dreams these peasant uncles are doing. She secretly opened up everyone's dreams and saw that there are golden everywhere. Everyone is cheering for a bumper harvest. The autumn girl firmly said: "I will make everyone's dream come true." The autumn girl used all the spells to turn the fields into golden. The autumn girl didn't sleep because of the day, and she fell on the wheat. Sweet sleep, a day passed, the autumn girl heard the cheers and joy of the peasant uncle, the autumn girl also felt very happy, the autumn girl also went to other places.

The autumn girl went to the place where she needed her, the person, and the autumn wind that was beaten, and still carried out her obligations.

When I was in a martyrdom:

Winter is too cold and too cold;

Although the spring is bright and enchanting;

Summer is too hot and too hot;

The beauty of autumn is golden, fulfilling, and giving hope.

Fourth grade: Li Jindong