Imitation of Autumn in Poetry (400 words)

Autumn is coming. You see, those tall and green trees have now taken off their emerald clothes and put on khaki fashion. From a distance, the mountains and plains are endless and golden.

The autumn wind blows gently, and the cool breeze blows the flowers and trees, as if a warm mother is gently humming a lullaby to send her children into a sweet dream. It is raining in autumn, like a skilled girl knitting a large piece of silk and satin. After a continuous autumn rain, the wind has a fresh earthy smell and a ripe taste of fruit, which makes people feel particularly comfortable.

Autumn is a mature season: snow-white cotton piles into hills; Red agate sorghum is bent; The heavy ears of grain bowed their heads shyly; Persimmons like red lanterns are covered with branches; Golden oranges sparkle in the sun; Sweet pomegranate shows red seeds.

In the crisp autumn, flocks of geese fly south. There are thousands of flowers floating in the air. You may think, "Where are butterflies in autumn?" Oh! Aren't those fallen leaves butterflies flying in the air?

Autumn symbolizes maturity and means harvest. I want to be a painter and paint this picturesque Qiu Jingtu.