Autumn in my hometown presents gorgeous colors. The earth spreads out under the sky like a huge canvas, with gentle sunshine and a colored pen dipped in ink. The leaves of plants were painted with a layer of goose yellow, red mud splashed into mottled fruits, and several ducks hooked on the pure blue river. Circle a small farmhouse at will, and draw a pile of golden on the roof, which is the harvested corn; Then the faint white snow is cotton picked and dried quietly in the sun. In the middle of the yard, I drew a little girl in an orange coat, with a red shuttlecock kicking on her feet and a little yellow dog lying next to her ... This is a picture hanging in my heart, flashing the color of my hometown.
Autumn in my hometown is full of faint fragrance. The artichokes on the ridge are in yellow flowers, the clusters of wild chrysanthemums on the roadside are smiling, the reeds on the stream are swaying in the wind, and the fruit fragrance in the orchard is everywhere. Branches and vines of lentils climb along the courtyard wall, holding up purple flowers. Lentils are fragrant and elegant, warm and smell-resistant, and have no coquettish state. Don't provoke bees and butterflies. The vine leaves of the pumpkin at the back of the house rot, revealing the melon sleeping on the ground. The vegetable garden smells of coriander, mustard and cabbage. These are the breath of autumn in my hometown, which has soaked my heart and lungs.
Autumn in my hometown can be chewed in my mouth. On the Mid-Autumn Festival, we will pick the capsules of abutilon by the fields. Those capsules are hemispherical, brown and angular. In the evening, my mother stuffed the dough with white sugar and sesame seeds, kneaded it and rolled it into a round cake. She picked up the capsule and marked the round cake. Those marks are like flowers blooming on a round cake. We watched eagerly as mother put the round cake on the bamboo grate of the iron pot, and then put a fire on the stove to raise wages. When the moon cakes are steamed, it is already dusk, and the bright moon climbs up the sand mountain and scatters clear moonlight. The family was sitting in the yard enjoying the moon. I took a big bite of the moon cake and the sugar juice flowed into my mouth. There are apples, persimmons and pomegranates on the wooden table, so we can have a big meal. This is the autumn in my hometown in my memory.
I have left my hometown, and it is late autumn. I think the corn and cotton in the field have been harvested, the lentils on the courtyard wall are in full bloom, and the pomegranate is ripe. There are stars in the night sky, and gray-haired parents are sitting in the dim light.
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Cao Hanqing, born in 1986, from Weishi County, Kaifeng City, Henan Province, graduated from Sias College of Zhengzhou University. I like literature since I was a child. I have written essays, novels, poems and other works. I am currently engaged in copywriting planning in a real estate company.