In autumn, Miss Qiu painted the leaves yellow again. Let them fly with the wind, just like beautiful butterflies. At the moment of falling, they are very happy, playing in the air, being naughty or naughty. When they all floated to the foot of the mother tree, they quieted down and fell asleep like tired children. All the other leaves have fallen and turned yellow, but Grandpa Pine still refuses to take off his green coat. Maple leaves are even stranger. They are ugly in summer, but they turn red in autumn.
Autumn is like an alarm, telling the geese that winter is coming. As soon as the geese hear it, they immediately rush to the south.
In the flower bed, other flowers withered, and only chrysanthemums were blooming and colorful. There are purplish red, light yellow and snowy white ... very beautiful.
Autumn is the harvest season. You see, the fields are endless and golden. Sorghum raised the burning torch. Flowers of cotton smile. How full soybeans are. The rice in Huang Chengcheng is sparkling. There are many fruits in the orchard. On the pear tree, Huang Chengcheng's pears bend the branches. On the apple tree, red apples are like children's faces.
Autumn is a beautiful picture and a harvest season. I love autumn, and I love harvest autumn.