Poetry and prose praising autumn

Prose poem praising autumn-"Autumn, I want to praise you! Cool wind and sand blew the earth golden. The golden fruit hangs heavily on the tree; Golden osmanthus fragrance wafts in Wan Li; Golden leaves are flying in the wind like butterflies.

Look, how happy corn is when Miss Qiu comes to the field. She deliberately changed a bunch of golden tassels and grinned, revealing white teeth. Soybean may be too excited, and some even burst into laughter; Rice was especially polite and bent down to meet her long-lost "old friend"-Miss Qiu. Sorghum has always been a person who is afraid of meeting strangers. I was embarrassed to meet Miss Qiu, and my face turned red.

Miss Qiu came to the orchard, peach tree, apricot tree and plum tree. You won't let me, and I won't let you. They are all full of fruits. Red as fire, white as snow, pink as chardonnay, and sweet in fruit; Open your eyes, the tree is full of peaches, Xinger and Li Er. Dali in Huang Chengcheng saw the big red apple and thought: I must be sweeter than the apple, so he tried to shake his body, and a group of children came. Dali quickly said, "children, let's comment on which is sweeter, me or apples." "Take a bite before you judge!" The big pear and apple gave every child a bite. The children said, "You are all lovely. This is the credit of Miss Qiu! " "

Teacher Qiu works hard to harvest fruits and crops.

Miss Qiu is so beautiful that everything in the world welcomes her.

I love this fruity autumn, and I like this golden and fragrant autumn color. Because it symbolizes maturity and prosperity, but also means happiness and happiness, autumn, I praise you, praise you!