Writing Lyric Prose in Autumn: Harvest Autumn (2)

Autumn is the harvest season, and Mid-Autumn Festival is the day of reunion. In my hometown, there are many customs in Mid-Autumn Festival, such as eating moon cakes, enjoying the moon and reuniting with my family, but I like the moon best, because the moon on that day is the most beautiful and round.

After dinner, my parents took me to the park to enjoy the moon. There are many wonderful stories about the moon in the Mid-Autumn Festival. What I like best is the legend of "the Goddess Chang'e flying to the moon" that Grandpa told me. Thinking, look up at the sky, "ah, the moon is out!" " "The round moon hangs in the sky, with a bright halo, like a big moon cake, shining brightly on the earth. The twinkling stars around are like children, and the moon is like mother. Look! How happy they are! Just like our family. I looked up at the bright moon in the night sky. There seems to be something moving on it. Oh, that may be the legendary Chang 'e and Jade Rabbit. I seem to see Sister Chang 'e and Little Jade Rabbit playing and think of my good friend Chen Junze, nicknamed "Rabbit", so I asked the moon with a loud smile: "Sister Chang 'e and Rabbit Chen, did you have a good time? "

"The moon is especially bright to the Mid-Autumn Festival". Looking at the round moon, my mother told me: "If you want to live a happy life, you must look at the moon and make a wish." So I may have a wish: I hope every family is happy.

How charming the moon is! I like the Mid-Autumn Festival in my hometown, and I will definitely enjoy the moon again next time.

Chapter 6: In the early morning of autumn harvest, I gently pushed open the door. Under the old buttonwood tree in front of the door, the yellow leaves are like a golden carpet, which is laid on the ground and soft to step on. So I know autumn is coming.

Yes, autumn is coming. The withered grass on the grass, the golden leaves under the big tree and the wild geese flying in the sky that day are the best proof. I put on my coat and walked into the street. A gust of autumn wind blew, and I couldn't help wrapping my coat tightly. On the unknown tree by the roadside, a few dead leaves slowly fell. They are spinning and dancing in the air, which makes them tremble in the cold wind. I reached out and caught a fallen leaf. The dry texture is so clear that it looks like an old man's weather-beaten hand! So, I feel sad, because this thin leaf reminds me of the dying old man, reminds me of your pain, and makes me understand the sadness of "to see the sun, for all his glory, buried by the coming night". I hate this bleak autumn.

Unconsciously, I have walked into the field, which is indeed a completely different scene. In the field, rows of mature rice form a golden ocean. The wind mixed with fragrant rice filtered my heart and blew away all my melancholy and sadness just now. The people who cut rice in the paddy fields are all sweating with work, but their faces are filled with joy that can't be concealed. Yes, the efforts were not in vain. Sweat and hard work under the scorching sun finally brought fruitful results. Who would be unhappy? I seem to understand instantly: without autumn, how can there be the joy of harvest? No autumn, bring the warmth of spring? Without autumn, how can the seasons change? Isn't the fall of autumn leaves a kind of pride that "falling red is not a heartless thing, but turning into spring mud will protect flowers more"? Autumn is a lovely season and worthy of praise. I like this fruitful autumn.

Strolling home, there is a faint fragrance everywhere, refreshing, but I find that osmanthus has quietly bloomed. That little flower is like a sweet smiling face. It smells good! I greedily sniffed a few mouthfuls, and the fragrance of flowers immediately spread in my nose and mouth. Gradually seeped into my heart. I am intoxicated by the flowers and immersed in this beautiful autumn day. This pure flower language belongs to autumn, and this faint flower fragrance belongs to autumn. Autumn is so beautiful!

Autumn in October, sweet-scented osmanthus fragrance; Autumn in October, harvest hope. I love this harvest season, autumn!

Chapter 7: In the autumn of harvest, the corn doll wears a golden skirt. If you look closely, you will find that there are pearl-like grains of jade on this dress, which is very attractive.

Apple dolls turn green coats into red coats, because there are too many apple dolls, which may break branches, and some apples simply jump off trees.

Watermelon doll's belly is big and round. It really wants to go out of the field and see the outside world, but its roots are attached to the land. The watermelon doll patted her belly and shouted, "Come and pick me up!" " "

The geese fly to the south neatly. They form a big herringbone, as if to tell everyone that "it's autumn, so put on more clothes".

In my opinion, autumn is the best season all the year round, not only because it is cool, but also because it is a good season for harvest.

Chapter 8: The harvest autumn sent away the hot summer and ushered in the cool autumn.

The autumn sky is blue and white, and the blue sky and white clouds set each other off. It looks so refreshing. The wind comes to join in the fun from time to time, and the clouds change their shapes from time to time to show people her beauty. The leaves gradually changed from green to yellow, and the golden color was lovely. Rows of geese lined up in a word and herringbone, flying south. In my hometown, autumn is a harvest season. Farmers' uncles start harvesting corn, and every household is very busy. My parents and I also help grandpa break corn and dried corn. My sister and I are still naughty lying on the big corn. The corn seems to be playing with us and tickling us with corn whiskers. Smelling the smell of corn, I can't help but want to have a bite. Looking around, it is golden and a bumper harvest.

I like autumn very much, running on the fallen leaves and stepping on them, like an autumn sonata.

My hometown friends and I are planing sweet potatoes in my uncle's garden. I only look for sweet potatoes that show my head, because most of them are very big. If you dig up the sweet potato baby, you should carefully bury it back, just like a mother treats her baby. We planed by hand, pried with a small tree pole and dug with a small shovel. Soon, I "collected" several kinds of sweet potatoes with different postures: round, like a big melon, curved, like a moon boat ... sweeter than eating honey.

Bang, an unknown thing flew towards me. I was just about to reach out and grab it when the sound of "Ceng" flew to my thigh again. I didn't move and covered the little thing on my thigh as fast as I could. "Ha ha, I finally caught you!" It turned out to be a little grasshopper. As soon as I ran away, countless grasshoppers jumped up. I caught one in each hand, and in a few minutes, I caught more than a dozen.

In my hometown, autumn brings me too much happiness. I like the beauty of autumn harvest!