Write a composition with autumn leaves and quote a poem about autumn at the beginning.

Since ancient times, I feel sad and lonely every autumn. I think autumn is more than spring. Xia Bobo left quietly, and the beautiful and hardworking autumn girl came to us. She waved brushes and scissors and made the leaves more colorful with her capable hands.

Look, that lush ginkgo tree has turned green, yellow and yellow. How beautiful it is! I picked up a ginkgo orchard that had just landed. It's shaped like a scallop, and it shines with golden light. Just like Miss Qiu's folding fan, a fan will fan out a refreshing and soft autumn wind. A gust of autumn wind blew and ginkgo leaves fluttered in the air.

You see, the red maple beside the tree is full of leaves, like a crimson sunset hanging on the branches, and like a burning flame in the mountains. A gust of wind blew, and the maple leaf quietly left the embrace of the mother tree and fell at my feet. Close-up, maple leaves are like my brother's little hands red with cold. I picked up the burning flame and put it in my book. Every time I open it, I seem to feel the breath of autumn.

That tall and straight pine tree stands before my eyes. Like clusters of silver needles, like little girls' braids. In the autumn wind, the dark green pine needles of pine trees are motionless, which is particularly strong.

Miss Qiu created this beautiful world with her dexterous hands, and these fallen leaves seem to be playing a movement to praise her!