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Here's a rewritten essay:

It came gently, but accidentally shook off the dew that was covered in the early morning. Gradually, the sound of Tintin's logging drifted out of the valley. He put down the sickle that was like a silver moon and used the basket that had been prepared on his back to hold the fat melons and fruits that had already grown between the bamboo hedges.

Autumn came silently, and I inhabited the farmhouse quietly.

In the distance, the river was covered with a layer of cold mist. Sail a small boat into the middle of the river, cast round fishing nets into the cold mist on the river, and collect the shadows of black tree leaves that gradually turn red like blue bream. The canopy of the reed boat was covered with a full layer of hoarfrost.

Gently swinging the small oars that return to the moor, autumn is like a child, playing happily in the small fishing boat on the river.

The weedy ground was cleared up and down by the crickets, and the stream was so dry that you could see the stones. Where is the crisp sound of the shepherd's flute on the back of the ox, the flute hole that fills the whole summer, the flute hole that is full of the fragrance and heat of the summer night? Autumn, tired, is sleeping quietly in the clear eyes of the shepherdess.

Behold, in front of you, in that valley, in that farmhouse, in that fishing boat, in the clear eyes of the shepherdess, the cool autumn beckons to the hot summer!

Just make a little change yourself, a little bit in your own language!

I hope my answer can help you!

In the autumn of the town, in the cold morning, in the woods, the maple leaves fell to the ground.

A chilling breeze blew, and the leaves, flying, drew a red line.

The rustling of leaves, like whispering, like singing, or whoever is calling softly.

Frost, a layer on the leaves, the snow white wrapped in fiery red, the red that was sold before the fire, will you melt it, turn it into flowing water, moisten the earth, your mother.

The mist in the forest had dissipated, and the sunlight was scattered among the leaves, outlining the shadows of the leaves, and gently hitting them, not warm, but warm.

The inclusive light of the sun illuminates everything and dyes everything red.

Like fire, like maple.

If spring is a newborn baby, as Mr. Zhu Ziqing's prose "Spring" says, then I think summer should be a vigorous teenager, autumn is a steady middle-aged person, and winter is a kind old man.

In my opinion, autumn is the most distinctive of the four seasons. Autumn does not have the wonderful scene of thousands of miles of ice in winter, nor the willow waves of spring, nor the breeze of summer. But autumn has her autumn high and refreshing, and osmanthus is fragrant.

Autumn is a season of harvest. Standing on the edge of the field, looking at it, a vivid "autumn harvest picture" will come into your eyes: in the field, the sorghum is flushed, and the rice is bent over; At the edge of the field, the fruit trees are ripe, and they are just waiting for the farmer to pick them; Under the tree, the farmer put down the sickle that had eaten the fragrance of rice, took a towel to dry his hard sweat, looked at the harvest field with a smile, and enjoyed the joy of the harvest.

The autumn scene is beautiful. It can be experienced from the words of the literati and writers describing autumn as "autumn breeze cool" and "fruitful branches", but this is not enough, it is more poetic to taste it in real life, if you want to look for autumn, I suggest that you better go for a walk in the woods, and choose the time on a sunny afternoon. Because this is the time when you can feel the breath of autumn the most.

At this time, walking alone in the quiet forest path, the autumn breeze blows, the autumn sun shines, and the sound of forest Tao; Smelling the charming fragrance of chrysanthemums and watching the golden leaves on the trees fall with the wind, you can't help but think of the poem of Huang Chao's "Fu Chrysanthemum": When autumn comes on September 8, I will kill a hundred flowers after the flowers bloom. The incense array penetrates Chang'an, and the city is full of ** armor.

Autumn is not only beautiful, but it also contains a rich philosophy. Middle age is the best period of life, during this period of time, people can let go of their dreams and hopes, my own ideals and goals and struggle, to meet their own glorious years. If a person does not work hard at this time and does not sow seeds for his own hope, then it will be difficult for this person to have a good harvest in his life.

I am now at the beginning of the summer of my life, and the autumn of my life is far away from me. But can I relax because of this and wait for the autumn of my life to come before I struggle? No, you can't.

I also have to keep working hard to lay a good foundation for the autumn of my life and play the four steps of life: celebrate the spring, open up the summer, forge ahead in the autumn, and spend the winter in peace.

You are in a few classes, and you are also writing this essay.

Autumn, a season that makes people sigh, has its abundant valley fruits, but also has a sad sadness, whether it is a wanderer in the distance, or a parting lover, or a troubled person when alone, it is a part of life, ups and downs, isn't this life? Blessed autumn!

Qiusi The poet Zhang Ji left his hometown and came to Luoyang City.

Time is like an arrow, and in a blink of an eye, the autumn girl came to the world, and the leaves withered and yellowed, and they all fell. The cold wind gusted, making people feel extremely desolate and sad, Zhang Ji couldn't help but feel his thoughts, he missed his hometown, missed those villagers, fathers, relatives and friends.

Zhang Ji wanted to visit his family and stay in his hometown, but there was no way, he could only bless his relatives by writing a letter to his family: I wish his parents "longevity is better than Nanshan, and happiness is like the East China Sea", but unfortunately there are too many things to say to his fellow villagers, what if this is the last time he contacts his relatives? What if you didn't make it clear what you wanted to say in this letter?

So what to do? At this moment, Zhang Ji's heart is so complicated and contradictory.

Whenever the person carrying the letter was about to set off, he had to open the envelope, lest he write something unpleasant and make his parents worry about him, and whether he would write less. Sometimes, he was reluctant to send the letter away even if he couldn't even notice the mistake. Although every time this happens, the bright eyes of the messenger will be eclipsed, but he also understands the mood of the poet Zhang.

In this way, Zhang Ji repeatedly scanned the letter with a sharp gaze, which led to the poem "The fear of repetition is inexhaustible, and the pedestrian is about to open the seal", which describes the contradiction and complex psychology.

Autumn rain, a box of colorful paints. You see, it gave the yellow color to the bananas, and the yellow bananas were like propellers, turning around and turning away the summer heat.

It gave the red color to the apples, and the red apples were like smiling faces, smiling and smiling, ushering in the coolness of autumn.

Orange is for fruit trees, grapes and oranges, you squeeze me to touch, competing for children to pick it!

The color of the pineapple is yellow, and the yellow pineapple is like a little doll, blowing and blowing, blowing away the summer heat.

The autumn rain hides a good smell. Osmanthus is fragrant, hawthorn is sour, grapefruit is sweet, and sorghum, corn, there are a lot of sweet smells, children often because they are too fragrant, so ah, saliva is flowing out!

See! That's the coolness of autumn.

The autumn rain has a box of colorful paints, you see it gives the red to the apples, the apples hang on the trees like small lanterns, lit up, the autumn harvest scenery, it gives the blue to the blue sky, of course, the sky is like an endless sea water washed away the cool white of summer to the white clouds, a few white clouds in the sky are floating around like marshmallows, the sweet smell, the yellow gives the golden leaves of the plane tree to fall down one by one, and the wind sways and does not move,

Yes, the sentence is very smooth and reasonable, and the continuation of the autumn rain is written very, very well, using the rhetorical technique of comparison and metaphor, vivid and vivid, and the color and shape of the autumn rain, which is very wonderful.