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Expect. The first ray of sunshine in autumn falls on the campus wall, bringing bursts of laughter.

Pieces of withered and yellow buttonwood leaves whirled down from the branches like little girls, making rustling sounds and weaving mysterious movements. There is a breeze blowing on the campus path. I feel my father's palm touching you, so kind and gentle.

Dead leaves have fallen. But what holds up is hope, and what holds up is dream.

Autumn is the place to start, and he is brewing hope. Qiu Guang's face is always so bright when the first ray of sunshine in the morning hits the wall obliquely. What brings us is longing. When the slight drops of water are sprinkled on the leaves, you really understand that the dead leaves are not sadness, but the cradle of the beginning.

At noon, the sun shines on you. Although it is not as charming as spring, he hugs you tightly and gives you his warmth.

Autumn scenery in the sunset is the most beautiful on campus! The whole campus is resplendent and magnificent, like a magnificent palace. A corner of the campus is reflected in this beautiful sunset, taking the best picture for it. In the soft light of Qiu Guang, the trees look particularly beautiful.

Best of all, it rained a little at sunset! Although the rain beads are not as fine as the spring rain, the madness of summer rain and the fierceness of winter rain, they are indescribable and shocking. A light rain in Qiu Guang washed away the dust deposited on the branches. The leaves are swaying, as if thanking the autumn rain for its moisture.

In autumn, there are always unexpected surprises. Autumn is a mature season, but it tells us that if we want to have rich fruits, we must lay a good foundation from the beginning.

Isn't the love of autumn rain, the thought of autumn water and the dream of autumn fragrance beautiful?

A pot of chrysanthemum blooms alone in autumn, but it is covered with "golden flowers" waiting for us. I have never seen a pot on campus, and the campus in autumn is still graceful.

Although autumn is not as colorful as spring, as noble as summer and as white as winter, I just like it, like the joy of its harvest, and like its seriousness and strength!