Autumn in my yard is really intoxicating. There is an elm tree in the yard. When the autumn wind blows, the fallen leaves fly in the air like golden butterflies. Several persimmon trees were planted next to the elm tree, covered with red and big persimmons, like small red lanterns.
There are several chrysanthemums planted in the south of the yard, red as fire, yellow as gold and white as snow. Ao Shuang in full bloom is dazzling and breathtaking. Among these colorful chrysanthemums, the most striking one is the red chrysanthemum. Without looking carefully, I thought it was a fire burning. The green grass around the yard turned golden. As soon as the autumn wind blows, the grass shakes its head, as if to say, "Harvest! Harvest! " The geese flew south in a herringbone, telling each other, "I'll come back next year."
There is a field in the north of the yard, and the rice stalks in the field are bent. Autumn wind turns up layers of Jin Lang, and golden rice rustles, forming an autumn symphony. Oh, autumn is really unforgettable. No wonder the little maple keeps clapping in the autumn wind, making her little hands red, which is more beautiful than the clouds in the morning and evening.
Autumn is not only beautiful, but also full of hope for a bumper harvest. I like autumn.