I love the blooming spring in my hometown; Love that tree-lined summer; Love snowy winter; But I love the autumn in my hometown more.
Autumn is like a shy little girl, hiding, you need to look for it carefully. Red apples hang like lanterns on tall trees, and heavy pears hang all over the branches. Some farmers carry food; Some pick fruits; Some harvest rice, and the sweat of beans rolled down from their foreheads, but they forgot to wipe them, and their faces were filled with the joy of harvest. Fish appear from time to time in the flowing stream. When you were not looking, you suddenly put your head out of the water and blew a bubble. In the blink of an eye, it became faster and left. Perhaps fish are also happy for farmers' harvest! Standing in the field, staring into the distance, look! The golden rice bent over with laughter, the sorghum lifted the flaming torch, and the persimmon blushed. A breeze blows, and your fatigue of the day suddenly disappears.
Walking into the maple grove is like walking into a continuous picture scroll, like a colorful fairy tale world. Stepping on the duck's paw-like leaves on the ground, a soft carpet was laid. I think it is cuter than the most luxurious Persian carpet in the world. Looking up, it looks like a burning flame, and the flying leaves dazzle me.
Autumn in my hometown is so picturesque, how can I not love it?