The beauty of autumn is mature - it is not as shy as spring, as frank as summer, as introverted as winter.

The beauty of autumn is sensible - it is not as flirtatious as spring, as fiery as summer, as subtle as winter.

Autumn, the harvest season, the golden season - as lovely as spring, as passionate as summer, as charming as winter.

The sunshine of the golden autumn is warm and quiet, the autumn wind of the Dong village is warm and gentle, and the blue sky and white clouds are floating.

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As soon as September arrived, there was a sense of autumn, which slipped in on a foggy dawn and disappeared by the hot afternoon. It skimmed the tops of the trees on tiptoe, coloring a few leaves red, then left in a cluster of flutters across the valley.

After another night or two, the fall frost covered the valley under the moon, then retreated to the northern side of the mountains for a little while, so that the golden early fall could gently soothe the earth. A slight scent of anise fills the sky. And the fragrant odor of golden chrysanthemums. The fog rolls in and is broken by the September moon, revealing an azure sky.

In autumn, the ever-blue sky would suddenly flip and reveal sinister colors, with tropical typhoons caught in dense clouds of torrential rain, floods lurking, and revived grasslands flooded with dots of pale color again. However, the typhoon storm flickers away, and the strong air currents still shake with dazzling waves of light. At this time, only the migratory birds from the north know this warm bed to sleep in, and the flying swans, geese and ducks, like a dark cloud, make this place look even more pale.

I don't know how long since, as if a tense struggle finally and gradually came through, the field from its broad chest over a wisp of languid breath, slopes and dams have as clear as water in the dispersion, and in all directions the trees and crops began to sway in the breeze, the leaves became subdued and spare. Dew returned, wetting the ridges and hanging quietly over the fields in the early morning and evening. The dewdrops also came to the dams and floated quietly, no longer returning to the valleys. Although the sun is still bright, but no longer painful scorching people's spine, become generous, clear, as if it is finally exhausted, can not steam melt the fields, and the fields reconciled; ...... fall is here!

The scenery that swooped into the car window gave me a sense of déjà vu. The blue sky clouds, barbaric mountains, washed by the autumn frost yellow weeds, just like a decorated with a golden veil of the virgin, bare milk yellow carcass, in the rusty autumn winds dance, showing the soul of the QianZhi. Standing on the mountain upside of the autumn sun, like a mighty god of war, shaking off the blood-stained robe, splashing in the grass, seeping into the mountain stream, with countless ripples, whimpering outward flow, from the ancient flow to the present, from the distant past to the vast future.

Autumn, isn't it often said to be golden? Indeed, she brought the fruitful nature, to the many creatures, including human beings, rewarded countless to continue the life of the food.