autumn

In the cold wind, I saw a yellow leaf falling, and I knew from the heart that autumn was coming.

Autumn is a bumper harvest; autumn is cold; autumn, or everything is yellow. I wandered in the park and thought about autumn.

I quietly leaned under a fruit tree and looked up. Looking at the red apple on the tree face of the child, it is like a small lantern, smiling at me, and it is like illuminating my way forward. There was a breeze blowing, and the yellow leaves were blowing down the wind, and the ripples were sprinkled, like the spring rain, falling into the hearts of people, and bursting into the coolness.

Autumn is cool, autumn is fruitful, and autumn is still yellow.

Fifth grade: Po Shui