The fall sky is like a child's changing face. Sometimes the sky is clear and the sun shines brightly. The sky is so high, the clouds are so white, people can not help but think of "the sky high clouds, look off the south flying geese" beautiful poem. Sometimes the sky is cloudy, like a pool of muddy lake water, bitter face, in a short while, it will be dripping with rain, this continuous rain, one up on the endless, it is really "autumn wind and autumn rain sad people".
The trees in autumn are colorful. Most of the leaves of the trees are beginning to wither, when a burst of autumn wind blew, yellow leaves like a group of butterflies dancing in the air, circling, circling, and finally fell; and like the maple tree, some trees, the colder the weather, the more the leaves become bright red. A cluster, from a distance like a group of flames burning; there are also trees like pines and cypresses, still evergreen, in the cold weather, they are more and more upright and verdant, to add a piece of life to the autumn wilderness.
The autumn garden is still colorful. All kinds of flowers and grasses compete with each other, dazzling. A string of red, extraordinarily bright and dazzling. From a distance it looks like a red cloud; chrysanthemums show "full of gold armor" style, in the wintry autumn wind, full of golden chrysanthemums, people love, light fragrance, refreshing. Walking to the field, the hillside, at a glance, a large, golden, full of blossoming wild chrysanthemums.
Autumn is the harvest field. Everywhere is the fruit of the harvest, everywhere is a busy farmer. The sweat of the year is rewarded in spring and fall. Harvest fields, farmers and uncle and sow the seeds of hope, sowing the hope of the next year. Under the eaves of the farmhouse, full of laughter everywhere.