Some people like the spring when everything recovers, some people like the summer when it's hot, and some people like the winter when it's snowy, while I like the autumn when it's fruitful.
On a sunny day, every child runs out, feels the embrace of the earth, and lies on the ground as if on the golden carpet. We ran in the crowd, hiding behind the big trees. Grandpa Feng whistled past brother maple leaf, which made him fall down. Brother maple leaf ran across the road, across the lake, across the crowd, and never escaped my hand.
When it rained, the children were "imprisoned" in the house. People were not walking on the street, but hiding at home and sleeping. The street where people came and went became very cold. And maple leaf brother was hit by raindrops, some were knocked down, some were swept away by sanitation workers in garbage trucks.
In the cloudy day, Grandpa Feng ran and ran hard, and the God was calm, as if the end of the world had come. The grass bent, listless, and the flowers lowered their heads, but the naughty children had already come out to play, only the strong soldiers stood guard there.
Autumn, is a beautiful season, autumn, is a harvest season, fruits, farmers are busy harvesting, sweating. But the joy of the harvest made them forget their tiredness.
In autumn, it is gorgeous and colorful, with layers of trees dyed; in autumn, fruits and fruits are fragrant and grains are plentiful; in autumn, wild geese fly south and mountains and rivers are magnificent. Ah! Autumn, you are irreplaceable.