Autumn praise

Autumn girl, opened a door for us - the door of autumn. The red maple leaves are reddish with a meadow. Golden leaves, wheaty grass, golden yellow water-soluble dyes slowly smudge in the water, this beautiful scenery, you can imagine. Red maple leaves, wheaty grass, blue sky, and our happy heart. I picked up a golden ginkgo leaf from the ground and took it home. I gently sniffed it in front of my nose. It was light, fresh, and refined. These words gradually formed in my mind.

Autumn - the straw is burned by the fire, and the sky that reflects the red is autumn. I love autumn and love the rhyme of autumn. Autumn is not as graceful as spring; it is not as passionate as summer; it is not like a huge silver blanket in winter. Autumn has her unique charm, and we need to slowly go to the product. Autumn is fascinating, with rich fruit; sweet grape juice; wonderful flowers; and of course the unparalleled scenery.

The color of autumn - the poet Wang Ji of the Tang Dynasty has a poem: "The trees are all autumn colors, and the mountains and mountains are only falling." Although it depicts the leaves of the yellow and the afterglow of the setting sun, the scenery of the scenery is undoubtedly amazing. 'Luoxia and Lonely Flying together, Qiu Shui is a long day.' This is Wang Bo's depiction of water and sky. The beautiful scene of nature is really the most natural excavator. Autumn scenery, anyway, I am stunned, what about you?

Autumn Scenery - Autumn is a fruitful season. The farmer's uncle squats in the orchard with a fruit basket, picks up his toes and picks up one autumn after another with his hand. The bees are busy; the butterflies are busy; of course, I can't be idle. I enjoy the busyness of the orchard, and I will help a bunch of uncles. After returning home, I ate my own great fruit, and my heart was sweet. Because this is the result of my own labor.

The sound of autumn - in the eyes of ordinary people, there is no sound in autumn. However, in my opinion, autumn is sound. Just need us to listen carefully. Autumn, when we walk in the vast forest, listen carefully, the leaves are vocal, every leaf, nature gives them life, they are like people, there are life and death, of course, autumn is when they are about to leave So they will leave something in the world that belongs only to them. The autumn wind is soft and comfortable, and the wind tells the fairy tale of autumn in our ears...

When the silver-white blanket covers the earth, the autumn girl gently closes the door of autumn. When the autumn of the coming year, she will quietly walk into our world and enter our field of vision...

Grade 5 of Bailong Mining District, Huozhou City, Shanxi Province: Zhao Wei