In the field, the rice is ripe, a golden color, light yellow, golden yellow, deep yellow covered the field, far and near, deep and shallow. When an autumn wind blows, the rice waves roll over, rising and falling, rippling with layers and layers of golden ripples. Nearby, farmers are rushing to harvest, behind them, bundles of rice ears neatly arranged into stacks, sweat from their bronze skin oozing out, but their faces are still hanging on the sunny smile of the past. Look, the corn field, a corn like a naughty little child, take off the coat, revealing rows of neat teeth, one by one, scrambling to poke out the little head, a glimpse of nature's autumn scenery, one by one, compared to their own who's big, who's body grows strong. Although the farmers were sweating, but still pleased to look at the lovely corn smiled. On one side of the field, there is a small, crystal-clear river, and the reeds are reflected in the river, which looks clearer; the sky is reflected in the river, which looks bluer; the white clouds are reflected in the river, which looks whiter. When the autumn wind blows, a few yellow leaves fall into the water, and small fish swim up and use it as a sun umbrella. After the farmers finished their work, they always come to the river to wash their faces and relieve the fatigue of the day. Children often come here to play games, hide-and-seek, eagles and chicks, jumping ...... spring, everything is revived, summer, hot weather, fall, fruits and fruits, winter, snow drifts. Each of these four seasons has its own characteristics, but I still like autumn and the fields in autumn the most. The autumn girl with the colorful brush, the green fields dyed golden yellow, far away, the fields seem to be paved with a layer of golden carpet. My friends and I put our hand-folded paper boats into the river one by one, and the river carried our hopes and sent them far away. Look at the boat in the river water sailing forward safely, we are happy to scream, shouting, that screaming, shouting is how splendid ah! Ah, I love the fall, and even more love the fields in the fall. Love the autumn fields of colorful; love the autumn fields of the unique vitality; love the autumn fields of the harvest of the harvest and wireless hope. Autumn fields, really beautiful! People are praised for the red, blossoming spring, but I love the fruitful, high and cool autumn. Autumn, more than the spring is a thriving scene; autumn is more colorful than spring. On Sunday, I went to the field in the countryside to look for the footprints of autumn. The sky was like a sapphire covering the earth, and the sun was like a pearl set on it, emitting soft light. The poplars lined up on both sides of the road took off their summer clothes and put on their fall clothes, with yellow leaves mixed in with the green ones. An autumn wind whisked by, yellow leaves from the branches of the tree in a whirl down, as if a yellow butterfly dancing in the air. A few wild chrysanthemums beside the trees are blooming, swaying in the autumn wind, like a row of fairies dancing, adding a lot of color to the autumn. On both sides of the main road are endless rice fields. In the field, golden rice, full of particles, heavy, wafting the intoxicating aroma, tumbling rolling golden waves, pushed to the endless distance, as if the brilliant colorful haze shaking down in the field. Yellow grain, the pressure of the ears can not straighten the waist, but it is still vigorously shaking, as if for the harvest of the field singing a hymn. From a distance, the whole rice field is like a carpet full of gold. In the middle of the field, farmers are busy harvesting rice, and from time to time there are sounds of their joyful laughter. Near the rice paddies, there is a not so big field full of tall corn. They were in high spirits, meeting the sweeping autumn wind and exchanging pleasantries as if they were quietly passing on the message of a good harvest. Leaves on the crystal clear dew suddenly drilled into the soil, it in order to moisturize the fertile earth under the feet, for the harvest to contribute its share of power. The river near the field, clear as the bottom, but the water has become cold. The surface of the water floating a few yellow leaves, like a few flat boats, carrying a few small ants downstream. In the center of the river, a group of fat white geese flapped their snow-white wings and played on the water surface, splashing a beautiful water flower. At the border of the rice paddies were rolling hills. The color of the mountains was already a little yellow. The weeds on the mountains, with their remaining green, set off the golden fall. <
Autumn is not as colorful and fragrant as spring; nor is it as beautiful as summer, when so many little creatures sing; nor is it as beautiful as winter. However, it is the most beautiful in my heart.
Autumn is not as gorgeous as spring, but it has a color that is one of the best in the world--red. The maple leaves only blush when they meet the fall, and from afar, they look as red as the sunset, coloring the mountains red. When the wind blew, the maple leaves floated down like red snow. So that people can come and enjoy it.
Although there are not as many little creatures in the fall as there are in the summer, the landscape of the fall leaves can be much more beautiful than they are. When the wind blew up, the leaves fell with the wind, but also when the sound, as if in a loud voice to tell everyone: "Who says there are no butterflies in the fall? Am I not? How about it, pretty, isn't it!"
Autumn is not as white as winter, but its orange clothes are not bad! And it's much warmer than that white dress in winter.
There are many unique things about fall, too.
In the fall, plants seem to scramble to the barber store. One might ask, "What are they doing at the barbershop?" Of course it's to color their hair, they want to be fashionable too!
In the fall, the osmanthus trees are in bloom, so that people from far away can smell the intoxicating fragrance.
In the fall, it will make the farmers very happy, because they worked hard to plant the grain, fruit, etc., all harvest. Wow, my mouth is watering when I think of my favorite green tangerine out of tangerine.
Autumn, is a season that makes me miss, that yard leaves and my thoughts have accumulated a thick stack, but that full of rice, more happy the world in my heart.