Autumn in October, the blue sky is like washing, cool and comfortable. The wild flowers on the roadside are swaying in the wind, silently blessing the autumn harvest. A gust of autumn wind blew and the hillside was red. It's a flaming maple leaf. The lake is clear, can see the bottom, shines on people, just like a mirror; The chrysanthemums are blooming, so gorgeous and delicate, which is really unique. There are also thick corn, persimmons and red apples from Huang Chengcheng. Every autumn, the fragrant rice smells good, and the rice fields in Huang Chengcheng turn up the Jin Lang. Autumn has come quietly, with light footsteps and the hope and joy of harvest. The rice is ripe. Golden paddy fields and clusters of full ears of rice bear the sustenance and dreams of farmers for one year. The rice is ripe and the earth is boiling. The farmer took a sickle and drove his motorcycle back and forth in the field. The rumbling sound resounded through my ears, and the fields were full of busy people. Even children follow the adults to help pick up the ears of rice and do some work within their power. Hundreds of flowers compete for spring, and the spring is beautiful. This is people's praise for spring. In fact, autumn is more beautiful, and the colors in autumn are brilliant.

In autumn, the seedlings in the rice fields are mature, and the fields are golden everywhere; The leaves on the tree, constantly changing colors, gradually become crimson, pink, reddish, golden, light yellow, orange ... showing rich and colorful. Autumn scenery is as beautiful as fairy tales and dreams. Autumn has come, and the weather is getting cooler every day, as if to tell people that summer has passed and autumn has begun. With the arrival of autumn wind, the colors of leaves of trees are constantly changing, turning yellow and red, and then falling leaves begin. The fields are golden and the gratifying scene of a bumper harvest gives people a feeling of "spring flowers and autumn fruits". In autumn, chrysanthemums are in full bloom and all kinds of chrysanthemums are not to be outdone. They bloom in various ways, and the colors of chrysanthemums are colorful: some are as white as snow, some are as black and purple as black jade, and some are as golden as gold ... It looks elegant and pleasing to the eye. Enjoy the sunshine and rain in summer. In autumn, the rice is ripe and dedicated to the farmers who take good care of them, with a golden smile! In the early autumn of the Great Northern Wilderness, the endless Jin Lang rolled around, and Mi Dou flowed. The rice harvester is busy in the golden paddy field.

October is the harvest season, and the beautiful northern country is picturesque: look at the endless rice fields, the rice waves are rolling and golden, like a golden ocean. People have a special preference for autumn. Spring is the season of farming, summer is the season of breeding, and winter is the season of gathering. Only autumn is the harvest season, not the autumn season. The autumn wind blew across the fields, bringing yellow rice and gold, and people bent over with laughter. Only in this way can people feel the sweetness of labor and the joy of harvest. The farmers in the field, whose smiles are tanned by the sun, don't know how much sweat they have shed. Now a bumper harvest is in sight.

Autumn is the harvest season. In the endless rice fields, you can see charming gold when you look around, which is even more dazzling under the sunlight, like gold all over the ground. Wow! No wonder the farmers who cut rice are so happy that they can't even close their mouths. Looking at such fruitful results, who is not happy to blossom! Autumn has come, and the sky is as blue as washed, like a sapphire washed with clear water. The autumn sky is as blue as the sea. White clouds are like a canoe sailing, floating slowly. When the wind blows, leaves fall and dance in the sky, just like butterflies in Huang Cancan. And maple, whose leaves are all red. When you shake it, you fall down one after another, as if you had laid a red carpet on the ground, which made the earth particularly beautiful. However, pine trees are straight and full of lovely pine leaves, just like open green velvet umbrellas, swaying gently with the wind. Miss Qiu came to us singing the song of harvest. The sound of machines rumbled in the rice fields, and the harvesters sang songs and shuttled back and forth in the fields, holding the heavy ears of rice in their arms.

Where is autumn? Autumn is in the golden fields. Golden rice fields are like a giant golden carpet.

Where is autumn? Autumn is in the beautiful park. Falling leaves are fluttering, red leaves and yellow leaves. Red leaves are like clouds of flames, and yellow leaves are flying in the air like golden butterflies. Chrysanthemum is red as fire, pink as chardonnay, yellow as gold and white as snow.

Autumn is beautiful. Autumn is like a painting, autumn is like a poem, autumn is like a song and autumn is like a beautiful fairy tale. Let's love and praise this beautiful autumn! Autumn is fruitful. It has no charm and charm in spring, no enthusiasm in summer, and no tranquility in winter when snowflakes are flying, but it has its own unique beauty.

When the autumn wind blows on your cheeks, in the paddy field, the full ears of rice are full of mature joy, bending over, hunching over and lowering your head. It seems to be a model of modesty for successful people. Autumn has come, fruitful, crisp, and a mature breath is coming. All this is a magical canvas-nature, carefully sketched out with lines of different thicknesses and colorful pigments. I love autumn, love the tranquility of autumn, love the simplicity of autumn, and love the nobility of autumn.

The beauty of autumn is mature-it is not as shy as spring, so open in summer and so introverted in winter.

The beauty of autumn is rational-it is not as charming as spring, so hot in summer and so subtle in winter.

Autumn, harvest season, golden season-as lovely as spring, as enthusiastic as summer, as charming as winter.

The autumn sunshine is warm and quiet, the autumn wind in Dongxiang is warm and gentle, and the blue sky and white clouds are elegant and melodious.

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When September comes, there will be autumn, which will slip away in the foggy dawn and disappear in the hot afternoon. It tiptoed through the top of the tree, dyed some leaves red, and then flew over the valley in droves and left.

In another night or two, the autumn frost will cover the valley under the moon, and then retreat to the northern mountains for a short stay, so that the golden early autumn can gently soothe the earth. There is a faint smell of fennel in the sky. And the fragrance of Jin Ju. The fog billowed and was broken by the moonlight in September, revealing a blue sky.

Autumn, always the blue sky, will suddenly turn its face and reveal a sinister color. Tropical typhoon accompanied by Miyun rainstorm, flood undercurrent surging, the recovered grassland is a little pale. However, the typhoon and rainstorm flashed by, and the strong airflow still shook the dazzling waves. At this time, only migratory birds from the north know this warm bed, and the flying swans, geese and wild ducks are like a dark cloud, which makes it even more gloomy.

I don't know how long it took, as if a tense struggle was finally revealed. The field breathed from its broad chest, and the slopes and dams were as clear as water. Trees and crops in the air began to sway in the breeze, and the leaves became calm and wide. Dew came back, wet the ridge in the morning and evening, and hung quietly in the field. Lululan also came to the dam, floating quietly and never returning to the valley. Although the sunshine is still bright, it is no longer painful, but it becomes broad-minded and clear, as if it is finally powerless, and it is impossible to steam the field and reconcile with it; ..... Autumn is coming!

The sight of jumping into the window gave me a feeling of deja vu. Blue sky and white clouds, wild mountains, weeds washed yellow by autumn frost, just like a virgin in a golden gauze, naked and ivory, dancing in the bleak autumn wind, showing a charming appearance. Standing on the top of the mountain, Qiuyang, like a mighty god of war, shook off his bloody shirt, splashed on the grass, infiltrated into the stream below the mountain, sobbed and flowed outward with countless ripples, from ancient times to the present, from the distant past to the infinite future.

Isn't it often said that autumn is golden? Indeed, she has brought abundant fruits to nature and provided countless foods to many creatures, including people, to prolong their lives.

Autumn rain hit them in the face. Piles of dark gray clouds hold the earth low.

It is late autumn, the endless trees in the forest are bare and the old trees are lush.

Stand up and let the brown moss cover its wrinkles. Ruthless autumn deprived them of their beauty.

Beautiful clothes, they had to stand there bald.

Autumn comes with the sound of fallen leaves, and the morning is fresh as dew. The sky is soft.

The harmonious brilliance, clear and ethereal, makes people want to hear a soaring lark sing.

If you look at the blue sea, you want to see the white sails. Sunset is the wing of time, when it flies away.

The moment is extremely gorgeous. So dusk.

The clear sky in late autumn is like an endless calm blue sea; There is a strong white light in the air.

Like a microwave jumping on the sea; At the foot of the mountain, pieces of sorghum are always swaying.

Plump ears are like fluctuating red water; Dead leaves are touched by the fields.

Faded colors.

What a beautiful autumn, here, it is no longer scorched earth and ashes, but Wanshan.

A bustling place with red carpets in the wind. Korean pine covered with elastic skin is still alive,

Standing proudly on the high rocks, the whistle in the valley is jubilant, and the white hope flutters slowly in the rice fields.

When the steep west wind brushes the sky higher and higher; Be a stranger's child

When I saw the last wild goose flying south; When the vast weeds are swaying.

When the tree turns yellow-at this time, it is autumn, and the tree loses its leaves.

The season is over.

In the middle of the night after autumn, the moon went down and the sun was still outside, leaving only a piece of blue.

Day; Everything fell asleep except the things that traveled at night.

Late autumn dusk always comes quickly, before Shan Ye is evaporated by the sun.

Disappeared. The sun sets in the western hills. Therefore, the blue wind in the valley has a strong coolness.

Driving white fog, wandering down the mountain; And the shadow of the mountain, fell in faster.

In the village, the shadow became thicker and thicker, and gradually merged with the night, but before long, it was the moon again.

The bright candle turned silver-gray.

The moon, which is not round, gradually rises to the sky. A transparent gray cloud, lightly covered.

Living in the moonlight and above the fields is like a light smoke and falling asleep.

Conditions. After the sunset, the smoke in the field dispersed, and the water was as clear as water, washing away the softness.

Autumn night.

One autumn night, the sky in Gao Lu was thick, and a crescent moon hung quietly on the southwest horizon. The cold moon

When the light falls on the earth, it is so dark, but the stars in the Milky Way are more brilliant. dense

In the fields of sorghum, corn and millet on the edge, this song rings the voice of autumn insects.

Guo also occasionally added some accompaniment, blowing the ground intermittently like cold eggplant. Liushuzai road

The branches hang quietly on the side, and the shadows cover the winding path of weeds.

..... The moon came up, but the clouds covered half of it, hiding in the cracks in the trees far away.

Like a country girl, shy. Once upon a time, people said, "Although we shouted and urged for a thousand times, she began to walk towards us, and I still held you.

The pipa is half covered. "That's a little! The clouds are getting thicker and thicker. Let him go. He is too lazy to care about it.

But I think, if it's autumn night, it's not bad to blow a little west wind. This is not a real pine tree, but that one.

You should also listen to the surging sound of Tao.

The west wind will naturally not come. Before going to bed, we put two or three candles in the middle of the hall.

The timid flame was overwhelmed by the big roof. We looked at each other by candlelight,

It is also like being covered with a layer of smoke. It is as dark as the sea outside. Only far and near.

Several dog barks told us that we were still alive.

Blue sky. Late autumn, spotless, crystal clear. Duo duo yun Cai

Reflected on the clear Jialing River; Fish scales microwave, Qinghe adds clouds.

That color, especially gorgeous.

On a cool and sunny autumn night, bright and red Mars adds a lot of color to us in the starry sky.

A lot of wisdom and fun. Recently, after eight o'clock every night, Mars has come from the southeast.

The horizontal line rises. It is brighter than any star in the nearby sky, no matter where you are,

It's easy to find.

The fallen leaves in the north render a tragic atmosphere! The fallen leaves are dyed golden yellow,

Or scarlet. The first fall may be only two pieces, just like

A golden butterfly with two broken souls. But then, there was a golden red shower. receive

Then, a golden red carpet was laid under the tree. And on this carpet, so is cast iron.

Yes, the bare and scattered trunks and branches stand upright, stabbing the high blue sky and faint clouds.

Fruit trees in the north are also a miracle for Qiu Lai. The first is jujube; Corner,

On the wall, beside the toilet, at the door of the kitchen, it will grow up one by one. Like olives

This jujube is like pigeon eggs, with small oval leaves with a little green in the middle.

When the color is yellow, it is the peak of autumn; When the leaves of jujube trees fall and are red,

The northwest wind is about to blow.

The locust tree in the northland is also an ornament that can remind people of Qiu Lai. Like a flower, but it's not

It's one of those falling flowers. When I get up in the morning, I will spread the floor. When you step on it, your voice is louder.

No, there is no smell, just a little soft touch.

Qiu Chan's faint lingering sound is a specialty of the north; Because there are trees everywhere in Beiping,

The house is very low, so you can hear them singing everywhere. in the south

You have to go to the suburbs or mountains to hear it. Qiu Chan's complaint can be reconciled in Peiping.

Like crickets and mice, it is almost like a domestic bug that every household keeps at home.

I feel good.