The Autumn

Class 2014 (3) Zou Yumo 2018-12-25 11:24:06 Click: 29257

Looking forward, looking forward, the west wind is coming, the footsteps of autumn are approaching

The fruit is ripe, the crickets are calling, and the weather is getting colder. The aroma of the fruit is also strong.

The grass did not completely disappear from the earth, but it also turned yellow. In the garden, in the field, there are a large area full of flowers, but the children are still playing happily. The little boys are still running and dancing... the little girls are calling their friends to play house.

Look at the peach trees, apricot trees, and pear trees all vying to bear fruit. Those with many fruits are not good enough to harvest. The osmanthus trees, evergreen trees, and maple trees on the mountain show their elegant demeanor with their gloomy and deep style and their own unique momentum. Gold-like yellow, agate-like red, emerald-like green, this is a picture that no one can draw. The birds are busy migrating, and the ants are gathering their winter rations. Daisies, bunches of red, petunia..., they look like everywhere at a glance: orange and purple, competing for splendor, spread in flower beds, facing the carpet, and smiling in the wind!

"Luohong is not a ruthless thing, it turns into spring mud to protect the flowers." Yes, the leaves will turn into spring mud to nourish the earth, so that they are nostalgic for the prosperity of the branches, and contribute the best nourishment for the next generation. They hope that their offspring will grow up better than themselves. Luxurious maple leaves, delicate evergreen leaves, common sycamore leaves...they will become more gorgeous under the autumn rain.

The fruit on the tree is ripe, the rice in the field is ripe, and the farmer uncle is happily picking the fat fruit. In the city and in the countryside, workers, students, children and the elderly all come out to enjoy the beautiful scenery of autumn, relax and relax, collect and collect specimens, and each do his own thing. "No pain, no harvest", those fruits made the farmer uncle full of joy.

Autumn is like a coloring board, it paints sorghum red, rice yellow, and sweet potatoes out of the soil.

Autumn is like the god of harvest, he brought people a lot of fruits, persimmons showed red faces from the green leaves...