Liuhe's autumn has no poetic beauty. There are no red maple leaves dancing in the wind. Autumn in Liuhe is simple, it is like a poor little girl, pure and beautiful.
In autumn, there is no heavy rain, no fog, and every scene is particularly clear. Look at the mountain over there. Looking around, it seems to have been graffiti by the sun. It is half dark green and half turquoise. The mountain stood there motionless, but who knows how many trees are swaying from side to side on that mountain? No one knows, because there are so many trees on that mountain that almost no place is barren. As for why I can be so absolutely sure, it is because nothing can fool Qiu Qing's glasses. There are many families living near the mountain. Their rice fields were lifted by the autumn wind, and golden waves appeared on them. Those farmers are bending over, holding sickles and humming a tune, harvesting the fruits of their labor. With these glasses, we went to Hezhou. Although there is not much water in the Luhe River, you can still see some small rivers. Water, like a mirror, steals the green of the tree and dresses itself in colorful colors. Look, the autumn wind is blowing gently across the river! The water surface was stripped by the breeze, and the water lines drew several circles in the direction of the wind.
The sky in autumn is so light, neither bright in summer nor gloomy in winter. Looking up, it was a painting, and I don't know which famous painter painted it so vividly. That cloud is so thin that it seems that one hand can catch it. I think you can't wait to hold that white sky in your arms and study it carefully.