The autumn sky is really beautiful! You see, the blue sky is like a huge and beautiful sapphire. There are white clouds in the sky, some like lovely and lively white rabbits, some like gentle and clever little sheep, and some like magnificent snow-capped mountains. Winter is coming, the geese are zigzag in the sky for a while, and zigzag again for a while. I can't help but think of a poem: "Autumn wind rises in Bai Yunfei, and plants fall in Yan Huang and return to the south."
There are so many fallen leaves in autumn! Pieces of golden leaves fell, laying a golden carpet for Mother Earth. The leaves of buttonwood tree fall like a big palm, golden and yellow; Maple leaves are dancing like several red butterflies; The leaves of ginkgo trees are like handfuls of small yellow fans, and all the ginkgo nuts on the trees have fallen out! Some of them are still hanging on trees, some have fallen to the ground, and some are hovering in the air. It is really "there are many leaves in the green court, and it is autumn."
Autumn orchards are fruitful, and apples cry that they are cold and want to put on a red coat; Persimmon clothes are orange; Pomegranate doll opens its mouth, and the fruit inside is sour and sweet; Autumn brings oranges, and oranges are covered with orange clothes. It is really "a good year must be remembered, especially when it is orange, yellow and green."
The fields in autumn are a busy scene. The rice in the field is ripe, the soybeans are harvested, the sorghum is red-faced and smiling, and a wine song is brewing in my heart. Although the farmers' uncles are very busy, they still laugh happily. It is really "like watching thousands of waves in rice fields, heroes are dying everywhere."
Autumn is as beautiful as poetry.