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Autumn. The sun and the moon pass through the sky, the rivers travel the land, the spring breeze and summer rain, the autumn frost and winter snow, and the colorful nature has cultivated people's hearts and cultivated people's eyes to discover beauty, but I have a soft spot for the colors of autumn.

Walking towards the park, the maple forest, the cluster to see the mountain is so lovely, lively, like a vibrant sun, it exudes light and heat, is so soft, it is really "stop and sit in love with the maple forest late, frost leaves red in February flowers"! I found autumn to be red.

Look, in the mountains, at this time everyone is picking pomegranates with baskets, and the pomegranates all over the mountains, big and small, high and low, all blushed and smiled. I found autumn to be the color of fiery red.

Now is the harvest season, looking at the eyes, a golden ocean, in the wind blowing, set off a wave of waves, the rice has matured, everyone is busy harvesting the heavy yellow and clear rice. Oh, and autumn is golden.

Walking on the side of the road, the withered yellow leaves of the trees are scattered on the ground like yellow butterflies carefree. Piles and piles, pieces of chips. Oh, falling red is not a ruthless thing, turning into spring mud is more protective of flowers. Autumn is yellow.

It's raining, the drizzle is like an autumn girl telling the earth, I didn't dodge, let the autumn rain wet my cheeks to the fullest, I looked up, the blue sky is like washing, oh, autumn is blue.

Walking along the silent path, you will see the humble wild chrysanthemum, which is crying lonely, and suddenly laughs again. Why? Oh, it turns out that the poet Yuan Zhen is here to praise her!

It's not that chrysanthemums are favored among flowers, and this flower is even more flowerless", oh, autumn is still yellow.

Autumn, waving to me, the fruitful fruit tree; The blue sky, the lonely wild chrysanthemum; The withered yellow leaves ......

Autumn came, and when I got back to school in the morning, I saw people wearing long-sleeved clothes, and the trees planted along the road had begun to slowly drop their leaves. Walking slowly along the path back to school, I heard the sound of people talking, and I also heard Uncle Autumn Wind singing, and the withered leaves flying in the air as if they were performing a dance. The sky is bluer, and the autumn sun is as bright as my sister's smile, not as hot as summer.

Light white clouds dance in the wind, carrying geese to the south.

When I got out of school, I saw the layers and stacks of rice in the distance, and I couldn't help but walk over. On the field, the golden rice, with their heads bowed slightly, like naughty children, played together. Look at the busy peasant uncle, who is really like the parents of "children", taking care of them carefully.

I shuttled through the golden sea, and after a while, I walked into an unknown orchard, and there were so many fruits in the orchard! There are red apples, yellow, orange and orange pears, and green grapes ......At this time, pieces of fallen leaves flew to my feet, and I picked them up, ah! What beautiful fallen leaves!

Golden yellow with brown and brown with golden yellow are so harmonious here. I put the fallen leaf in my hand again, let the wind blow it away, and send it back to Mother Earth. Let it rot in the dirt and turn it into fertilizer for the plants, and it silently devotes itself and never expresses itself.

There were a few pine trees standing proudly in the wind by the edge of the orchard, and it had been covered with a layer of golden fallen leaves, paving a strip of gold, and I walked on the strip and looked at the scenery around me. Yes! Autumn is so beautiful, so charming, I hope next year's autumn scenery will be even more beautiful.