Song Composition in Autumn (1)

Who wakes up the sleeping earth with the gentle rain and crisp autumn sky?

Who wakes the silent forest when the water rushes and the birds sing?

Cicada playing, butterfly dancing, who wakes up the autumn flowers?

Ah, the "autumn flowers" are blooming! Miss Qiu is here!

She walked through heaven and earth, and painted a harvest picture for the earth. Yellow gingko fluttered, like a handful of fans bringing cool, fan fan, fan fan, the sky was clear!

The red maple leaves are flying, like stamps. Mail, mail, mail. The temperature is cool!

Persimmons, oranges, you squeeze me, I squeeze you, compete for people to taste.

Sour and sweet, people are intoxicated!

Ah, Miss Qiu! You are for us, you are for everyone.

Open your heart! Let autumn walk across the horizon, the cape, and every corner of the world!

Kind and lovely Qiu, you are so beautiful!

Song Composition in Autumn (2)

Holding the fragrant lips of summer, I heard the footsteps of autumn "flutter".

In the twinkling of an eye, Maple Forest lit up the season with fiery excitement. The autumn wind inadvertently broke the background of autumn. Red, yellow, green, black, and gray colors flowed in the fields, smearing the earth with colorful colors. The autumn girls became rich overnight, and people had to rush to harvest the fruits before the autumn frost.

In autumn, the sky is blue as a wash, the warm sun shines on the earth, and several white clouds are playing. When I leave the city where I have lived for a long time, a cool wind blows my bun, which is as gentle as a child's hand. There is an itchy feeling, so the hot and dry heart suddenly becomes comfortable, and a warmth that has not been seen for a long time melts into the bottom of my heart.

Sitting alone on the hillock in the countryside, looking at the distant hometown, gently picking up the scattered memories like petals. Through the riverbed of years, we can piece together the stories of the past, and understand the true meaning of love from the trivial life.

The wind lifted the gold into the sea, and the golden sea rolled with the fragrance of rice. In the setting sun, the second brother piled the gold into a hill, and his happy smile covered his face with vicissitudes of life, stretching like a blooming chrysanthemum flower. Two old oxen pulled the cart full of gold and came slowly along the winding path. The second brother sat on the cart and waved his whip loudly.

The house in the mountain col was filled with smoke. It must be the second sister-in-law who cooked dinner and heated the wine at home. The second sister-in-law in apron had been waiting at the entrance of the village. Under the locust tree, the second sister-in-law looked anxiously at the direction of the second brother's return, and the dog who did not know how to worry surrounded the second sister-in-law's side happily wagging its tail.

Looking at her thin and even dry figure standing in the cold wind, she was not only moved by this simple love: on the one hand, she was laborious and trivial, on the other hand, she was worried about her feelings. In the day and night, the farmers' love has already been sewn into a close fitting garment divination with fine years' stitches, which is close to themselves, warm, and close to each other. Although they don't have the vows of eternal love, the concern of staring at them, and the love in a cup of hot wine and a bowl of hot soup, make the love between each other become hypocritical and pale.

This simple love makes me, a numb and rough heart gradually changing in the downtown, deeply immersed in a faint warmth.

Song Composition in Autumn (3)

The sky in the distance gradually darkened, and the red maple leaves floated down in the desolate dusk, circling and dancing in the mid air.

"Selling candied haws..." At the gate of the school, shouts were heard from the crowd. Its dim "singing" blew the rain askew.

The maple leaf kept falling.

The candied haws seller was a woman with a face of vicissitudes. Her coarse hair was draped over her shoulders, her face was smeared with black, and her eyes were bloodshot and deeply sunken. She looked like a weak baby in rags, standing trembling in the street. In front of her were people coming and going. They felt a little sad when they looked at the woman, but no one went to help her, leaving her alone to curl up and guard her only stall.

The woman smiled all the time, and a child fell asleep in her arms. The child was very calm, like a holy angel guarding himself to his mother, thinking of his mother's affectionate appearance in his dream. I walked through the crowd, felt my pocket, and thought this money should be enough.

Maple leaves are still falling, and the rain has wetted the beautiful mother, and her trembling is even worse.

"Boss, buy candied haws."

She didn't seem to hear my voice.

"Buy candied haws."

She lowered her head, did not speak, and held the child tightly. The child's left sleeve was empty, and the sleeve was swinging in the wind, like an oar, floating with him in the world. My heart trembled slightly. The wind is like a crazy sea, rushing in the air.

Quietly, I put my money in her hand. She looked up with tears in her eyes and looked straight at me. So I whispered to her, I want some candied haws. Can you sell them to me? She nodded gently and felt the empty bag as if looking for change. But she did not find her pocket. I was very worried when I saw that she was at a loss.

"I will buy as much as I give you." A fire burned in my heart. I know that I am happy to help her.

"But you can't eat so much."

"My family likes to eat."

"Thank you."

She carefully held the candied haws in her hands and handed them to me. Tears in eyes. Smiling at me, this may be the only gift she gave me. I will hold it firmly in my heart and make me happy forever.

The baby in her hand fell asleep quietly in the noisy crowd. I touched his small face, and his mouth turned up slightly, as if he was smiling at me. Looking at him, I also smiled happily.

The rain is still falling, and the night is more hazy.

I suddenly felt very relaxed. The rain that slipped to my mouth seemed to have a sweet taste. Looking back, her smile came back to her mouth. That was happiness.

On the way home, I hummed a song that I didn't know what the lyrics were, but I knew it was an autumn song; It is a happy song; It's a happy song. So I looked up and walked happily forward.

Song Composition in Autumn (4)

Autumn is a singer, her voice is everywhere.

In the woods, the maple leaves are swaying as if they are singing happily. Squirrels are alive and kicking, as if they are cheering for the song of Maple Leaf. The leaves are floating around, and the sound of rustling seems to be accompanied by the song of maple leaves!

In the field, the golden rice bent down, and a gust of wind blew and swayed, like a golden wave, rolling towards the distance, like singing a harvest song. Dogtail grass is floating around in the breeze, like dancing. Cows were eating grass with their heads bent down, and they also shouted from time to time, as if they were singing: "Autumn is coming, and the harvest day is coming!"

In the vegetable garden, the green wax gourd is strong, like a guard, not moving, waiting for the vegetable garden. Its singing sound is really strange. When you clap with your hand, you can hear the sound of "Dongdong". Is this the drumbeat of autumn? Bitter gourd wrinkled face, do you think the drumbeat of wax gourd is too noisy? Chilli and eggplant seem to be listening to the lyrics of winter melon, hanging quietly on the branches.

Autumn is a singer. It is dancing with yellow leaves, singing with streams, and flying with the autumn wind! The voice of autumn is so beautiful. I like this singer!

Song Composition in Autumn (5)

In the cool autumn, Gexi wore a golden dress, and there were withered and yellow leaves floating in the water. Oh, that was a gift from the tree beside the stream to Gexi! The fallen leaves are like a small boat, sailing away in the wind.

The children by the stream still don't change their naughty habits. The boys still took off their clothes and jumped into the water one by one. The singing streams were singing like they were welcoming the children. It was a bit cold after entering the water, but they didn't care. Some fought water fights, and some competed in swimming. They never had enough fun in Gexi. The girls, barefoot, picked up their skirts and stepped carefully into the water. The Gexi River flows slowly, gently washing their white feet. The girls bent down and carefully selected the colorful pebbles. There are also some children who catch fish with nets in the water. There are also those who catch crabs. Pebbles, fish and crabs are all gifts given by Gexi to its favorite children. Can children not like them?

Song Composition in Autumn (6)

That autumn song composition

In your daily study, work and life, you must have been exposed to composition. Composition is a transition from internal speech to external speech, that is, from a concise and concise language that you can understand through compression to an external language form that is developed, has a standardized grammatical structure, and can be understood by others. How to write a good composition? The following is the composition of the autumn song I edited for everyone. For your reference, I hope it can help those in need.

"After the new rain in the empty mountain, it is late for autumn". When I mention autumn, I think of the fragrance of osmanthus, the rich fruits, the red leaves like fire, and the song of autumn, I think of the autumn rain that "has no sound".

A thick sense of humidity is brewing in the air, which is the 'omen' of rain. At this time, I stood at the school gate, but could not help worrying, silently praying that it would never rain. But it was obviously useless. The thin rain was slowly fluttering in the air. The naughty girl Feng was not satisfied with the gentle autumn rain, so she got up her legs and blew hard. This was great. The rain was getting worse and worse. I began to regret why I didn't listen to my mother this morning. I could have asked her to pick me up from school today, But he thought stubbornly: since they don't want his mother to pick them up, let's go back quickly. Hold your schoolbag tightly in your arms and rush into the rain.

Holding the umbrella in one hand and the bag in the other hand, it was still a bit sad. The cold touch spread on the skin, and I couldn't help shivering. At this time, I missed the scene when my mother came to pick up the bag on rainy days, and I regretted why I was stubborn with my mother. The road after school is very long today. It seems that there is no end in sight. Until I saw the outline of my home in the distance, I felt a little more relieved and stepped up my pace.

Open the door, warm light sprinkles on the body, which is very soft. The food is steaming, and you can smell the aroma. Looking around, I didn't see my mother's figure. I was surprised. I caught my brother and asked, "Where's your mother?" "My mother went out to pick you up before, but I didn't find you. I just came back and went out to find you again." My brother tilted his head and said truthfully. I hurriedly called my mother. After a while, my mother came back in a hurry. As soon as I entered the door, she said to me, "You silly girl! Is it going to rain so hard that my mother won't come to pick you up? Why don't you think about it with your head?" Listening to my mother's words, I smiled, as if listening to the sweetest praise.

"But I feel my clothes are wet, and there is no spot or sound." Thanks for the cool autumn rain, which makes me feel warm at home; Thanks for the light autumn rain, let me feel the weight of maternal love, together concentrate on praising autumn rain that autumn song.

Song Composition in Autumn (7)

Autumn is a beautiful season, but also a happy festival; Autumn is a harvest season, but also a pleasant season.

The gusts of autumn wind blow away the stuffy summer heat and bring the earth a little cool. People smiled on their faces and told each other: "Autumn is coming, you know? Soon, the earth is full of joy, and people are happy for the arrival of autumn. There are more and more people in the courtyard and on the street, and people can't wait to run out to feel the cool of autumn.

Autumn is cool and beautiful.

Look! The Chrysanthemum Fairy bloomed, purple, light yellow, snow white, dark red...... The beautiful chrysanthemums danced in the autumn wind, which was very beautiful. The trees are full of attractive fruits. The pear trees hang golden lanterns, which smell fragrant. The apples are big and red, like a baby face with a smile. The clusters of grapes are crystal clear, and the sweet smell often catches many people's feet. Look again, the sorghum raises the burning torch, the corn spits out his beard, revealing a golden smiling face, and the field becomes a golden ocean.

Autumn brings a song of harvest to the earth and a song of joy to the children.

Song Composition in Autumn (8)

I love spring when birds sing and flowers smell, and autumn when fruits and melons smell.

The hot summer has just passed and the cool autumn is coming. Autumn in the morning seems to put on a soft wedding dress for Mother Earth.

When autumn comes, the vast fields are like a rolling sea. Look, the golden rice is bent like a little girl's braid. The flaming sorghum is like burning torches. Snow white cotton is like cotton candy. The leaves of ginkgo trees are like small fans, which fan away the heat of the day.

When autumn comes, the fruits in the orchard are ripe! A bunch of purple grapes hung on the tree like crystal pearls. The red apple looks like a baby's face. It's very cute! The yellow pears are also mature, and the pear trees are like yellow lanterns! You push me to pick oranges and persimmons!

When autumn comes, the maple leaves turn from green to red. From a distance, they look like a red sunset glow. The leaves are gradually blown down with the autumn wind, flying in the air like butterflies. The pine and cypress trees are still green and tall all the year round, and they protect the peace of the world like a soldier.

When autumn came, the children seemed more happy. They could collect leaves to make specimens, fly kites, and play games... We sang and danced, played endless games, and sang endless songs... The farmer uncle was harvesting fruits, and our happy songs were floating in the fields.

Autumn is a harvest song for the earth and a harvest song for children.

I love the autumn with melons and fruits! composition

Song Composition in Autumn (9)

"After the new rain in the empty mountain, the weather is late for autumn". When I mention autumn, I think of the fragrance of osmanthus, the rich fruits, the red leaves like fire, and the song of autumn, I think of the autumn rain "without a sound".

A thick sense of wetness is brewing in the air, which is a sign of rain. At this time, I stood at the school gate, but I couldn't help being anxious, silently praying that it would never rain. But it was obviously useless. The thin rain was slowly fluttering in the air. The naughty girl Feng was not satisfied with the gentle autumn rain, so she got up her breath and blew hard. This was great. The rain was getting worse and worse. I began to regret why I didn't listen to my mother this morning. I could have asked her to pick me up from school today, But he thought stubbornly: since they don't want his mother to pick them up, let's go back quickly. Hold your schoolbag tightly in your arms and rush into the rain.

Holding the umbrella in one hand and the bag in the other hand, after all, it was still a bit reluctant. The cold touch spread on the skin, and I couldn't help shivering. At this time, I missed the scene when my mother came to pick up the bag on rainy days, and I regretted more why I was stubborn with my mother. The road after school is very long today. It seems that there is no end in sight. Until I saw the outline of home in the distance, I felt a little more relieved and stepped up a bit.

Open the door, warm light sprinkles on the body, which is very soft. The food is steaming, and you can smell the aroma. Looking around, I didn't see my mother's figure. I was surprised. I caught my brother and asked, "Where's my mother?" "My mother went out to pick you up before, but I didn't find you. I just came back and went out to find you again." My brother tilted his head and said truthfully. I hurriedly called my mother. After a while, my mother came back in a hurry. As soon as I entered the door, she said to me, "You silly girl! Is it going to rain so hard that my mother won't come to pick you up? Why don't you think about it with your head?" Listening to my mother's words, I smiled, as if listening to the most beautiful praise.

"But I feel my clothes are wet, and there is no spot or sound". Thanks for the cool autumn rain, which makes me feel the warmth of my home; Thanks for the light autumn rain, let me feel the weight of maternal love, together with the heart to praise the autumn rain that an autumn song.

Song Composition in Autumn (10)

Ah ah ah! I don't have any inspiration for writing. I haven't written a composition for some time. Liu Yuxi once said, "I say autumn is better than spring." Looking at the gloomy scenery, is it really better than spring?

I used to live in the natural gas community, and the autumn was a good memory for me; In early autumn, the sky is blue and the leaves are yellow and green; I hope to see this kind of scenery instead of the dark green plants and leaves covered with ash that can only be seen in early autumn. I really hope that people will protect the environment and let the beautiful autumn come back.

It's not late autumn yet. I don't know what late autumn will be like today. When I recall late autumn last year, all I can think of is bare trees. At that time, I also thought: Why should I sweep away the fallen leaves? How beautiful it is to see the ground covered with fallen leaves. Every time I see the fallen leaves being swept away, I will think of the road from the natural gas community to the west family building. Both sides of the road are planted with French plane trees and pine trees; In late autumn, golden leaves covered the road. There were still some unfinished yellow leaves and seed balls on the French and Chinese parasol trees on both sides of the road (I don't know what that thing is called, anyway), while the pines and cypresses became dark green. In this way, yellow and green on both sides of the road, together with golden leaves on the ground, it felt like walking in an aesthetic oil painting when walking on the road. When it rains, a lot of raindrops will hit the withered leaves on this road. They are playing a wordless song called "Autumn Rain".

It was raining outside the window, and the crickets and cicadas could not be heard anymore. In the sound of rain, I seem to hear the song "Autumn Rain" again. It doesn't have any lyrics, because it expresses something that can't be expressed by lyrics.

You must want to know what it is expressing, uh... When you hear it, what you think is what it expresses. When the ancient poet Lu You heard it, he felt a lot of sorrow and resentment (according to Autumn Rain). When I heard it, I thought of the beautiful autumn when the environment was good. What did you think of.

Song Composition in Autumn (11)

Autumn is coming! Autumn is coming! Autumn is like a little girl, blowing a golden trumpet.

In the orchard, melons and fruits are fragrant, pomegranates are golden and yellow, like small lanterns hanging all over the branches. Grape also showed no weakness, wearing purple clothes, and opened a smiling face to people. They are pushed and touched by each other, and people are competing to pick them!

In the garden, chrysanthemums are the best in the garden. They are all kinds of flowers. They are dressed in colorful clothes. They are really beautiful, purple, light yellow, white... Beautiful chrysanthemums are in various forms and have their own advantages. Sweet scented osmanthus also came to join in the fun. The lovely sweet scented osmanthus was as big as a grain of rice, emitting a faint fragrance, like little angels.

The crops are ripe in the endless fields. The rice is golden and yellow. It seems that it is nodding to people. The soybeans are also mature and heavily covered with branches. Miss Qiu covered the field with a golden quilt.

On the hillside, the grass all over the mountain has changed into a yellow skirt. The leaves of ginkgo trees are like small fans. Maples are dressed in red robes. Only pines and cypresses are covered with a green quilt.

How beautiful autumn is! I love golden autumn.

Song Composition in Autumn (12)

On weekends, my favorite thing is to go downstairs to the garden with my father.

That day when I finished breakfast, my father took me by the hand and went home from the garden path. Unconsciously, a faint fragrance came, and then I smelled a refreshing taste. Turning around, I saw that it was the osmanthus tree swaying gently in the breeze. Grandma Qiu seemed to have been here long ago. She gave lemon yellow to the osmanthus. The osmanthus blossoms, like stars in the sky, hid among the osmanthus trees.

I kept on walking. At this time, I saw the gingko tree holding a small yellow fan, constantly fan which fan, as if to fan away the last bit of summer heat.

Just as I picked up some ginkgo nuts, I saw several white butterflies dancing on the yellow chrysanthemum, and unconsciously I was fascinated.

Time seems to be at a standstill, and I am the flower in this autumn, the leaf in this autumn

Song Composition in Autumn (13)

There is a special song in autumn.

The song of autumn, like a key, opens the door of autumn quietly and quietly while you are not paying attention.

The song of autumn is a colorful song. Look, it gives red to pomegranates. The red pomegranates are like small lanterns, shining and shining, and the touch of autumn wind comes. It gives purple to grapes, which are like strings of pearls. Orange red is for fruit trees, apples and oranges are not to be outdone, and people are competing to pick them? Morning Glory got more colors, white, purple, blue...... Beautiful morning Glory waved to us and nodded.

The song of autumn is a sweet song. The sour orange, roasted sweet potato, pineapple, persimmon, and many sweet smells are hidden in this song? Children's feet are often caught by fragrance.

The song of autumn has spread all over the world. It told everyone that winter was coming, and the geese flew south in a neat line. The little sparrow carries soft straw to prepare its nest, and the little ant is busy preparing food for the winter. They are all ready for winter.

The song of autumn is both harvest and joy.

Song Composition in Autumn (14)

Autumn Songs The garden in autumn is colorful: the chrysanthemums that Tao Yuanming loves, the maple leaves that burn like fire, and the autumn wind with a few wisps of hot breath, just like a song without music. I always like to take a book that I never tire of reading when the leaves whisper, be surrounded by a yellowish green, forget myself, and listen to their farewell messages silently. One afternoon, I was sitting on the most familiar lawn as always. Because there is a fiery maple near the lawn. The red leaves hanging on the thick branches are just like a zigzag line on the ink painting, which depicts the splendor of autumn.

"Little leather balls, banana pears, Malan flowers 21, 28256, 28257..." A naive picture is integrated into this autumn picture. A group of little girls, like the last few young swallows that did not return to the south, are so small but full of vitality under the tall maple tree. The jumping of the horse's tail is printed in my memory at the beginning of autumn. However, in the chrysanthemum cluster, there is another pair of eyes staring at this group of small swallows. One day, I finally found these eyes: they looked dim under the reflection of the chrysanthemums, the long eyelashes stayed still, and the color of the skirt was as dark as her eyes. She has been hiding behind the flowers, "paying attention" to the group of little swallows. Although beautiful, her gray eyes are always staring at the source of the voice. "Two eight two nine thirty one......"

Song Composition in Autumn (15)

"After the new rain in the empty mountain, the weather is late for autumn". When I mention autumn, I think of the fragrance of osmanthus, the rich fruits, the red leaves like fire, and the song of autumn, I think of the autumn rain "without a sound".

A thick sense of wetness is brewing in the air, which is a sign of rain. At this time, I stood at the school gate, but I couldn't help being anxious, silently praying that it would never rain. But it was obviously useless. The thin rain was slowly fluttering in the air. The naughty girl Feng was not satisfied with the gentle autumn rain, so she got up her breath and blew hard. This was great. The rain was getting worse and worse. I began to regret why I didn't listen to my mother this morning. I could have asked her to pick me up from school today, But he thought stubbornly: since they don't want his mother to pick them up, let's go back quickly. Hold your schoolbag tightly in your arms and rush into the rain.

Holding the umbrella in one hand and the bag in the other hand, after all, it was still a bit reluctant. The cold touch spread on the skin, and I couldn't help shivering. At this time, I missed the scene when my mother came to pick up the bag on rainy days, and I regretted more why I was stubborn with my mother. The road after school is very long today. It seems that there is no end in sight. Until I saw the outline of home in the distance, I felt a little more relieved and stepped up a bit.

Open the door, warm light sprinkles on the body, which is very soft. The food is steaming, and you can smell the aroma. Looking around, I didn't see my mother's figure. I was surprised. I caught my brother and asked, "Where's my mother?" "My mother went out to pick you up before, but I didn't find you. I just came back and went out to find you again." My brother tilted his head and said truthfully. I hurriedly called my mother. After a while, my mother came back in a hurry. As soon as I entered the door, she said to me, "You silly girl! Is it going to rain so hard that my mother won't come to pick you up? Why don't you think about it with your head?" Listening to my mother's words, I smiled, as if listening to the most beautiful praise.

"But I feel my clothes are wet, and there is no spot or sound." Thanks for the cool autumn rain, which makes me feel the warmth of my home; Thanks for the light autumn rain, let me feel the weight of maternal love, together with the heart to praise the autumn rain that an autumn song.

Song Composition in Autumn (16)

Let's listen to the sound of autumn and enjoy the dance of autumn.

Walking into the trees, colorful leaves fell down like butterflies flying; In the grass, grasshoppers are turning somersaults with the songs of crickets, as if they are showing us their most wonderful skills; In the fields, farmers waved their sickles in their hands, and their laughter came from time to time; In the sky, the swallow was flying and "twittering", as if to say to me: "Winter is coming, we should hurry to the south."

The singing in winter is the most beautiful singing in autumn. The dancing in autumn is graceful. I like the colorful singing and dancing.

Song Composition in Autumn (17)

Every season has a song, which is composed of many elements. In autumn, the songs of autumn will naturally be sung around. Who is the lead singer? Big trees, birds, fruits, green leaves... they sing autumn songs together.

The song of autumn is the red maple trees. The maple leaves are bright red. From a distance, they look like a fiery sea. They dance gracefully with the rhythm of the wind.

Autumn songs, golden songs, harvest songs. The sea like sorghum holds a torch, the boundless soybeans ring a copper bell, the yellow wheat hangs its head, the cotton peach is like a small tree, bursting with egg like tidbits. The hillside was full of ripe red dates, and small lanterns of red persimmons hung on the branches. The farmland and orchard have a delightful scene. People can't help admiring it. This year must be another harvest year. A gust of wind blows, bringing bursts of aroma of mature grains and fruits.

Autumn songs, animals songs. The songs of birds and thousands of small insects mingle, filling the whole sky.

The song of autumn, the song of flowers. The flowers in the garden shine in the sun. At first sight, the flowers are much brighter than the stars shining in the sky at night. The grass became a flower bed covered with brilliant jewels.

This is the song of autumn, beautiful and elegant.

This is the song of autumn, but actually it is the song in your heart. As long as you think about autumn, autumn is in your heart.

Song Composition in Autumn (18)

The hot summer has passed, and Miss Qiu came to us with cool. With a harvest song, she walked quietly to the orchard, field and garden

Autumn girl came to the orchard. The fruit growers were putting one red apple after another, yellow pears, orange bananas, and persimmons like red lanterns in the basket. A variety of fruits filled many baskets, and the farmer's face showed a satisfied smile.

The field is where Miss Qiu wants to go most. She hurried to the field and looked at it with open eyes. The yellow rice was dancing and the golden field was endless. There was inexpressible joy in her heart.

Autumn girl sang a cheerful song and came to the garden gently. Chrysanthemum is colorful, with white, yellow and purple flowers competing for beauty. They stood in neat lines, smiling faces in full bloom, and waved to Miss Qiu... bunches of osmanthus flowers were so luxuriant that they bent the branches. Some were white, some were golden, some were red, and ten miles away, the fragrance was thick.

I love autumn, the harvest season.

Song Composition in Autumn (19)

It is telling me that autumn has come.

The rice in the field bent over with laughter.

It is telling me that autumn has come.

The apples in the orchard wore red skirts.

It is telling me that autumn has come.

The fallen leaves in the forest are dancing.

It is telling me that autumn has come.

Children on campus have thick clothes.

They are saying:

Autumn is coming, autumn is coming.

The mountains are beautiful pictures!

Second year: Pan Yitong