Autumn Diary!! Come on 1 piece !! urgently.

When the leaves begin to fall; When the maple leaves are as red as fire; When the cool breeze blew into people's hearts, Miss Autumn came to us with light steps.

Look at! Next to the West Lake, on the path paved with golden fallen leaves, pedestrians stopped and listened to the beautiful singing of the autumn girl; Gaze at the autumn picture. The gusts of autumn wind blowing in the face are mixed with the fragrance of osmanthus, chrysanthemum and autumn from time to time.

The beauty of autumn is sensible - it is not as soothing as spring, as fiery as summer, and as subtle as winter. Whenever the autumn breeze blows across people's cheeks, the fragrance mixed in the middle spreads around, and people take a deep breath, as if trying to absorb all the essence of the years.

The beauty of autumn is ripe – it is not as shy as spring, as revealing as summer, and as introverted as winter. Autumn frost is an important representative of it, and many poets spend their pen and ink on describing autumn frost or autumn scenery to express their deep feelings of longing and loneliness.

The beauty of autumn is ripe – it is not as shy as spring, as revealing as summer, and as introverted as winter. Autumn frost is an important representative of it, and many poets spend their pen and ink on describing autumn frost or autumn scenery to express their deep feelings of longing and loneliness.

Autumn is a poem that whispers a string of touching stories. Autumn is a great artist who paints paintings that cannot be bought with money.

Autumn is beautiful, and the beauty lies in the clarity. The criss-crossed streams sang and danced and flowed slowly. Autumn is very wheat, and the beauty lies in the scenery. Piece of color is not.

1. Leaves of various shapes fall from the branches, gently patting the delicate ** of Mother Earth.

The sunset and the lonely birds fly together, and the autumn water grows together and the sky is the same color, "The autumn scenery is beautiful." The autumn scenery is not only about the beautiful scenery, but also about the scene of the busy harvest. The huge fruit hangs gorgeously on the branches, making people fall in love and salivate when they see it.

Autumn, the harvest season, the golden season - as lovely as spring, as enthusiastic as summer, as fascinated as winter.

Looking forward to the stars, looking forward to the moon, and finally looking forward to the "Eleventh" long holiday, I can't help but rejoice in my heart, fantasizing that the happy time of hiking with my father is coming, and I am even more happy.

Before I was liberated, I was so excited that I even spent my self-study time thinking about the plan for this long vacation. A crisp bell broke my beautiful reverie, the teachers of various subjects gathered together, and wrote their "merits" on the blackboard mercilessly, sitting on the bench and self-absorbed me, seeing the dense homework on the blackboard, as if a large group of ants were crawling, I really hope they can crawl away, so that we can easily have a long vacation. Back to reality, the homework still has to be done, copy down the homework and summarize it, because I was happy at the time, I thought, take it seriously for five or six hours, can't you finish it?

On the first day of the National Day, this is the 58th birthday of the motherland, and I want to do half of my homework on this day as a birthday gift for the motherland. Thinking of this, I buried my head in hard work, non-stop for five hours, but did not see the pile of homework piled up next to the table decreased, now I understand, the homework seems to be less, really done, there are still a lot, then, I have carefully done an hour, this is done English homework, I tried to write a little sloppy, but I can't see it, the writing is too sloppy and rewritten, so the writing is slower, really in response to the ancients saying "if you want to hurry, you can't reach".

The next day, I came to Anqing, Anhui Province with my sister, aunt, mother, uncle, and grandmother. It was already evening when we arrived. We first went to my sister's grandmother's house.

Since we were in the countryside, we started the fun "farmhouse" on the third day: picking cotton, pulling sugar cane, and digging sweet potatoes. I thought it was very simple, but as soon as I did it, I retreated.

Picking cotton is too hard. I planted more than 4 acres of land, and I picked less than half an acre, so I was tired. I was ready to pull the sugar cane, and as soon as I pulled the first one, I broke my hand.

So, I quit. I went to play with the puppy, and the puppy was called Yangyang, and he fed it whatever he wanted, but he was obedient.

We went to the famous Boulder Mountain again, and when we looked down from above, everything was so small. There are many strange large rocks on the mountain. The largest is the size of two buildings, and the smallest is as small as a room.

There is also a strange sight where a large rock hangs in the air, as if it is about to fall when the wind blows. Standing on the top of the mountain, the wind blows on my face, and it feels cold...

October 5th was the best day, but I hadn't done my homework yet, so I had to go home. I was so reluctant that I almost cried.

National Day, National Day, in addition to endless homework, there are heartbroken tears, it seems that there is nothing left. No! There is also the desire to go back to school.

I wrote it myself, oh o( o