Some people like colorful spring days all year round; Some people like hot summer; Some people like cold winter, but I like autumn with lots of fruits. There may be no tenderness in spring, no butterfly dance in spring; Without the vitality of summer, there would be no tinkling spring water in summer; There is no innocence in winter, no pure white in winter, but what it has is the beauty of autumn that blooms faintly. Autumn is the beauty of harvest. Although the leaves fell on the mountain, the whole earth was filled with the joy of harvest. Aunt Qiu came to the field. Teacher Qiu greeted Uncle Paddy first, and then turned Uncle Paddy into golden yellow first. Sister Apple and Brother Pear are so envious that Miss Qiu has to paint their makeup. Miss Qiu just shook it by hand, yeah! Sister Apple suddenly felt ashamed and blushed. "Sloppy" can make the pomegranate sister-in-law next to her anxious. When Miss Qiu saw it, she used her stick a little, and Aunt Pomegranate opened her mouth happily.

Autumn is also a windy world and a rainy paradise. Autumn morning, the breeze is singing. Send pearls of dew. Brought the coolness of autumn and absorbed the heat of summer; It brought snow-white clouds and erased the residual heat. The rain is the most unusual, as fine as an ox's hair, densely woven obliquely, and the needles are shining. How nice it is to say "sneak into the night with the wind, moisten things quietly" before the autumn rain comes. There are always signs of autumn wind. Autumn rain fell silently on the ground. Autumn rain is harmonious. It took away the long drought in summer and brought the long-awaited wetness and coolness.

Autumn is like a poem. It's crisp in autumn, and looking at the leaves makes people think. Colorful leaves are flying in the air, colorful, red, yellow, green, half red and half green. Slowly, slowly falling, is it nostalgia for the branches? Don't! No, it was Ye Er's happiness when he threw himself into the arms of Mother Earth. It was a pure heart expressed to Mother Earth. It can really be said-"the tree attracts the wind, and the fallen leaves return to the roots"! A poem wrote: "Falling red is not heartless, but turning into spring mud protects flowers more." Fallen leaves have experienced the hardships of severe winter and the renewal of spring. It has turned into mud, the leaves are fluttering, and the autumn rain is continuous. What a beautiful scenery! The fallen leaves took away my thoughts of autumn. Ah! Autumn is like a dreamy poem, which makes me very attached. ...

Look! Isn't autumn beautiful? In my mind, autumn is a season worthy of our praise. It brings us more joy, brings us more happiness!