1 1 month, in late autumn, the cold wind is rustling, the air is cool and fresh, and there is a faint translucent fog floating. This poetic season is colorful and free in our campus, which makes our small playground a beautiful scenery. There are several towering trees around the playground in autumn and November. Yellow leaves have a short life span. They float down from trees and land on the wet and cold ground. From a distance, it looks like a beautiful golden-winged butterfly dancing from a tree. When the leaves covered the ground, Mother Earth opened her broad mind, as if welcoming a child who came back from a hug. The fallen leaves returned to the embrace of Mother Earth, smiling sweetly. There are many crumbling yellow leaves on the tree. They looked down at the earth and jumped down one by one. The autumn wind blows gently, and the yellow leaves sway like a beating flame. What a colorful and free and easy scenery! In our campus, in our small playground, how intoxicating this autumn is!
I love campus, but I love campus in autumn more.