Looking forward, looking forward, the hot summer is finally over, and autumn is approaching.

Everything looks like a crisp autumn day, the sky is high and the clouds are clear.

The fruits are ripe, the crickets are chirping, and the weather is getting cooler.

The grass has not completely disappeared from the earth, it is still green.

In the garden, in the fields.

Look, it's full of pieces.

The children ran, jumped, did some somersaults, picked up some fallen fruits, and threw them to each other, competing to see who could throw farther and more accurately.

The wind is cool and the grass is green.

Osmanthus trees, maple trees, and evergreen trees, with their lush and deep styles and unique temperaments, display their elegance, with gold-like yellow, agate-like red, and emerald-like green, just like a picture carefully drawn by an artist.

Birds are busy migrating and ants are collecting winter rations.

Daisies, bunches of red, and petunia are everywhere at a glance: orange, purple, and colorful, spread in the flower bed like a carpet, and smiling in the autumn wind!

"Falling red is not a heartless thing, it turns into spring mud to protect the flowers!" Yes, it will turn into spring mud to nourish the earth, without any attachment to the prosperity of the branches.

Autumn rain falls on red and yellow leaves and colorful leaves mixed with green and yellow.

Luxurious maple leaves, delicate evergreen leaves, ordinary sycamore leaves... they become more beautiful under the baptism of autumn rain.

The fruits on the trees are gradually ripening, and the fruit farmers in the fields are getting busier.

In the city and in the countryside, workers, students, children and the elderly all came out to enjoy the beautiful scenery, relax, watch the autumn colors, collect specimens, and do their own thing.

"A hard work, a harvest", hard work, in exchange for a harvest, full of joy like the god of color in autumn, making the colors of the plants gradually thicker.

Autumn, like the god of harvest, brings abundant fruits to people.

Autumn, like the god of joy, brings the joy of harvest to people.

Joy.

It is a name full of fruits. Autumn is lit with golden colors and comes quietly with light steps. In the morning and at night, the ripe rice is heavy and floats in the wind, like a golden blanket spread on the ground.

On top of the ripe rice, I seemed to see something next to the yellow rice. You see, what is under the mountain? There are rows of ripe fruits, one that makes people fall in love with them as soon as they see it.

Fruit. At noon, all the farmers were in the fields holding the fruits of their labor; some had rows of big brothers, as if they were competing, and some aunts were holding sickles and cutting off the ripe rice. I looked down and it seemed like

I saw a golden snake, and the golden light on its body seemed to be endless. In the afternoon, the farmers stood firm and waited for their meal. However, autumn was still roaming in the fields, and the golden color of the fields had spread to the leaves, which seemed to turn yellow.

, gradually falling. At this time of disaster relief, the farmers had already started to eat, but instead of eating, they looked at the autumn outside, which became more and more beautiful. The night finally came, the sun also set, and the autumn night quietly left.

.There are leaves here that are still turning yellow and floating. I am also reading at my grandma’s house. I wonder, no one knows whether tomorrow’s autumn will still be so beautiful, but let today’s autumn be a happy day! I like autumn.

, prefer the scenery of autumn. Answered by: Wandering Rainy Season♂ - Tongsheng Level 10-30 19:35 --------------------------

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----Autumn in the Old Capital Autumn, no matter where it is, is always good; however, autumn in the North is especially clear, quiet, and desolate.

The reason why I traveled thousands of miles from Hangzhou to catch up with Qingdao, and even more so from Qingdao to Peking, was just to enjoy the "autumn" and the autumn flavor of my old capital.

Of course, there is autumn in the south of the Yangtze River; but the vegetation grows slowly, the air is moist, the color of the sky is light, and it is often rainy and less windy; a person is sandwiched among the citizens of Suzhou, Shanghai, Hangzhou, or Xiamen, Hong Kong and Guangzhou, and the atmosphere is muddy.

As we pass by in chaos, we can only feel a little bit of coolness, the taste of autumn, the color of autumn, the artistic conception and posture of autumn, but we can never get enough of it, taste it thoroughly, and enjoy it to the fullest.

Autumn is not a famous flower, nor is it a fine wine. The half-open, half-drunk state is inappropriate in the process of appreciating autumn.

It has been nearly ten years since autumn in the Northern Kingdom.

Every autumn in the south, I always think of the reed flowers in Taoranting, the willow shadows in Diaoyutai, the singing of insects in Xishan, the moonlight in Yuquan, and the bells in Tanzhe Temple.

Even if you don't go out in Peiping, you can rent a shabby house with rafters to live in the middle of the imperial city. When you get up in the morning, make a bowl of strong tea and sit in the courtyard, you can still see how high the sky is.

The sky is green, and the sound of pigeons flying under the blue sky can be heard.

Look eastward under the locust trees to closely observe the streaks of sunlight filtering through their leaves, or quietly gaze out at the trumpet-shaped blue flowers of morning glories climbing half way up a dilapidated wall, and of course you'll feel the intense feeling of it.

Autumn.

When it comes to morning glories, I think blue or white ones are the best, followed by purple and black ones, and light red ones are the worst.

It is best to have a few sparse, thin and long autumn grasses growing at the bottom of the morning glory as a foil.