我爱美丽的秋天

一年四季，各有特点。春天如同一个活泼可爱的孩子，纯真无邪；夏天犹如一个生气勃勃的少年，活力四射；秋天如同一位温文尔雅的中年，绽放着成熟气息；冬天就像一位历经沧桑的老者，散发着岁月的沧桑……而我却最喜欢秋天。

“春种一粒粟，秋收万颗子。” 秋天是收获的季节：果园里，红彤彤的苹果挂满了枝头，像极了小朋友们那一张张可爱的红脸蛋；金灿灿的大鸭梨沉甸甸地压弯了树枝；又大又圆的石榴裂着嘴，笑个不停；一簇簇红红的山楂挂满了枝头，好像串串红玛瑙......整个果园里弥漫着清香甜蜜的味道！

农田里，金灿灿的稻谷笑弯了腰，红红的高粱涨红了脸，金黄的玉米咧开了嘴……农民伯伯的脸上洋溢着丰收的喜悦。

秋风习习，充溢着甜甜的花香，原来是桂花树开花了！桂花树笨笨的，不像梅树那样姿态万千，也不像迎春那样窈窕。她不开花时，只见满树的叶子；开花时，只有仔细地寻找才能看到那些小花，可小小的桂花却能香飘十里……

秋风拂过，公园里、马路旁，一片片银杏叶泛着金边，像一个个美少女在微风里翩翩起舞；一阵风吹过，片片金黄色的叶子缓缓飘落，变成一只只蝴蝶在空中飞舞，倾倒了万物，倾倒了时光……

“秋风起兮白云飞，草木黄落兮雁归。”秋天，是一个告别的季节，一只只大雁向南方飞去，它们一会排成个“人”字，一会又排成个“一”字，还时不时的叫上几声，好像在说：“再见了，我的朋友们，让我们相会在鲜花盛开的春天！”

我爱美丽的秋天！

All the year round, each has its own characteristics. Spring is like a lively and lovely child, pure and innocent; Summer is like a vibrant teenager, full of energy; Autumn is like a gentle middle-aged, blooming with mature breath; Winter is like an old man who has experienced vicissitudes, exuding the vicissitudes of time … but I like autumn best.

"A grain of millet is planted in spring, and ten thousand seeds are harvested in autumn." Autumn is the harvest season: in the orchard, red apples are covered with branches, like the lovely red faces of children; The golden pear weighed heavily on the branches; The big, round pomegranate cracked its mouth and kept laughing; Clusters of red hawthorn are covered with branches, like strings of red agates ... The whole orchard is filled with sweet and fragrant taste!

In the farmland, the golden rice bends with laughter, the red sorghum turns red, and the golden corn opens its mouth … The farmer's uncle's face is filled with the joy of harvest.

The autumn wind is blowing gently, filled with sweet flowers. It turns out that sweet-scented osmanthus trees are blooming! Guishu is stupid, not as graceful as Meishu, nor as graceful as Yingchun. When she doesn't bloom, she only sees leaves full of trees; When it blooms, you can only see those little flowers if you look for them carefully, but the tiny sweet-scented osmanthus can fragrance for ten miles …

Autumn wind blows, in the park, beside the road, pieces of ginkgo leaves are covered with Phnom Penh, dancing like beautiful girls in the breeze; When a gust of wind blows, golden leaves slowly fall and become butterflies flying in the air, dumping everything and time …

"The autumn wind starts in Bai Yunfei, and the vegetation falls yellow and the geese return." Autumn is a farewell season. Wild geese fly to the south. They form a "person" and a "one" for a while, and sometimes they call a few times, as if to say, "Goodbye, my friends, let's meet in the blooming spring!"

I love the beautiful autumn!