Everything seemed to be sleeping, and I slowly closed my eyes. The mountains began to be bare, the water receded, and the sun lost its former glory. The grass gradually withered, and in the garden and field, a large area was covered with gold. Trees began to take off their old clothes, and pieces of golden leaves fluttered in the wind like butterflies and fell at the same time. Soon, the earth was covered with gold.
At this time, those flowers that are competing to open are also lazy and listless, hanging their heads and closing their eyes slightly. Some fragile flowers, after a spring and summer effort, have plunged into the embrace of the earth, hidden their weak bodies in your heart, and entered a sweet dream with a smile. At this time, only those flowers that are not afraid of the cold are still competing to open, emitting a faint fragrance in the autumn wind.
Indeed, as soon as the autumn wind blows, the weather begins to get cold. A refreshing autumn wind blows across your face, like a mother's hand. There is still some fragrance in the autumn wind. Some birds spread their wings and flew to the south for the winter. Frogs and snakes are also busy digging holes at this time. As soon as winter comes, they will get in, sleep comfortably and wait for the next spring. Squirrels are like.
The rain often drops down. Don't be upset. Look, like pearls, like broken lines, like cobwebs, it's cool to hit you. Yellow grass and wild flowers were beaten to the waist. Traffic and pedestrians on the road are in a hurry and worried. Occasionally, there will be "unlucky ghosts" without rain gear running fast in the rain curtain, often leaving behind when passing by.
Autumn is the harvest season. Fruits and rice are ripe, swaying branches one by one, as if to remind farmers to harvest quickly. As a result, farmers began to get busy, and their busy figures appeared everywhere in the fields, orchards and mountains. Just look at their happy smiles and you will understand that there is another good harvest this year. In this harvest season, the students ushered in a new semester.
Autumn is like a magician, turning the earth into gold.
Autumn is like a big stage with a touching story.
Autumn is like a ode to joy, playing a festive movement.