1. The golden fields in autumn shine with the joy of harvest in the sun.

2. The field is not wild at all: it has her charm, like the flash she shed; Golden, not stingy; The softness of the wind, like her ribbon, flutters in the rice fragrance, pulling the straw, as if fireflies would come out quietly.

3. In the field, the rice is ripe, as if someone had spread a thick layer of gold on the ground. The autumn wave shakes the ear of rice, making the heavy ear of rice swing rhythmically, as if the golden mountain is sliding. Wind and waves are like moving music.

4. In early winter, the green color of Shan Ye has not faded, and a little grass tip has not been dyed yellow.

Autumn is coming, and the fields in my hometown are like a bride with heavy makeup. The earth dressed her in bright embroidered clothes.

6. The golden wind blows, the endless rice fields are like waves on the sea, and the heavy ears of grain bow their heads shyly like shy girls.

7. Autumn field, harvest field, hope field, I praise you, praise you.

8. Autumn has come, with many fallen leaves. Autumn is crisp and fruitful. How charming! Looking at the fields in spring, summer, autumn and winter, the most beautiful and attractive is the autumn fields.