I love the fall of my hometown.

I love the fall of my hometown.

Spring is warm, summer is hot, winter is cold, and I love the autumn of my hometown.

The autumn colors of my hometown began to appear from chrysanthemums. Chrysanthemums are mainly yellow, the petals are tightly connected, densely packed, always in the middle, like looking for something, the more late autumn, the more it turns yellow. At this point they began to scent a fragrance, if each family put a pot of chrysanthemum on the balcony, free to blow, perhaps, after you pass here, will be intoxicated by this clear fragrance.

Autumn is also a season of harvest, and it is said that the persimmon tree also makes people feel sweet. Whenever it falls, the persimmon tree of the grandmother's house is filled with large and small persimmons, like a dark yellow lantern hanging from the tree. At this time, my sister and I will pick up a basket and scramble to pick up the large and ripe persimmon from the tree. In a short while, the basket is full, I can't wait to open one, the smell of the fragrance is exuded, making people want to drop, it must be good!

Perhaps it is too windy these days, the maple leaves will scream and fly, walking on the road of "made" of the maple leaves, everyone will feel comfortable, there will always be some children playing next to a big tree, they Happy laughter rolled up a piece of fallen leaves on the ground, "Hey!" The snow is as follows, the leaves on the tree seem to want to play, like a waterfall volley, "Hey!" was rolled up again. . . . . .

Autumn in my hometown, I love it!