Autumn fairy tale

In the morning, I opened the window, and the smell of the mist came out. This is not a sign of spring. But the autumn steps are slowly coming - the summer's eyes are gone, and the autumn fairy tale begins!

I wandered in the fog and admired all the autumn scenery. The sky is still so white, the sun is still so red, and with a little gray fog, the sky is not blue, covered by this fog.

I stood by the river, surrounded by leaves that were bathed in fog, and baptized grass. Take off a leaf and gently touch your dew with your fingers, frozen and cool. After the bath, the leaves slowly went to aging, lamenting that their lives were too short, and finally the dust fell. The grass after the baptism seems to hope that it will be more lush, but not "grass", helplessly bowed its head and admit defeat. I stood by the river, looking at the row of small trees bathing in the autumn fog, and then the lush and fading scene - this is the autumn scene, the autumn after the hot summer.

In autumn, the smell of the air brought by the fog is refreshing. It has no green symbol of spring, hope of green; no sun-like vitality brought by summer; no winter whiteness . But it gives people a fresh and fresh autumn.

I picked up a pale yellow leaf with dew, used it to bookmark, and opened the autumn fairy tale.

Nanxun District Ma Yao Middle School at the beginning of a pair of flowers smile

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