I love the fall of my hometown.

In the autumn of my hometown, the fruit is so rich, the fruit is fragrant, and the peasant’s uncle always has a good harvest.

In the autumn, the ginkgo trees at the entrance of the village are particularly dazzling, and the green leaves are gradually turning yellow. A gust of wind blows, and a small piece of leaves flies in the air, like a beautiful butterfly, like a small golden fan. These countless small golden fans swayed in the air, they fanned away the heat of summer and ushered in the coolness of autumn.

In the autumn, looking down the country road, the rice fields along the road are full of people's busy figures. The sound of the gasoline engine is everywhere, and the golden rice is packed into the granary. The vast expanse of the field is another turning point. People bundle the straws one by one and stand in the fields to dry. They are like the faithful "guardians" of the field, standing there motionless.

In the autumn, there is a hill in the middle of the field, and the hill is like a small island in the sea. There is an orange forest and some other trees on the hill. There is an unknown tree, the autumn wind blew its coat, leaving only the bare tree poles, which is the tree I admire most. Although it is bare, it is very popular with white pigeons. The white doves like to flap their wings on this tree and make a squeaking cry, like cheering: "The harvest season is here, the harvest season is here!"

In the autumn, looking down the end of the field, there is a mountain that is not too high. There is a row of pines at the foot of the mountain. There is a yellow bush in the middle of the mountain. This row of green pines and golden bushes in the middle of the mountain are connected. Together, there is a sharp dividing line in the middle, like a two-tone cloth laying on the mountain.

I love the fall of my hometown, love the scenery of every corner of her, and love the people who are full of love.

Fifth grade: Kong Derong