The fall did not spring fragrance; a hundred flowers contend in beauty, like the summer as there are so many small creatures in singing; there is no winter so beautiful. But it is the most beautiful thing in my mind.

Autumn, came to a small river, the cool river fish with excited spin waves. A stout, lively fish, play music, splashing a circle round the ripples. Sometimes, the fish see shadows, lightning escape. Sometimes they seem to want to play and the like, and suddenly. In autumn, the river was about to meet live ducks, for they shake off the dew on the tail.

The beautiful autumn girl came quietly to the world with his light steps. Her arrival made the mother of the earth more vivid and beautiful, and made the farmers uncle laugh. As soon as the autumn girl arrived, she gained high popularity in the world...... I walked into the garden, just enter the gate, a deep sense of smell, I found sweet looking, saw the sunflower, chrysanthemum, peony flower, daffodils...... Every flower girl with the most beautiful gesture, hospitality to everyone who enjoys the flowers. Especially the sweet scented osmanthus, far can smell its fragrance, at that time, flowers everywhere, let passers-by smell suddenly feel refreshed. A maple stand on both sides, Huhuashizhe general guardian of the flower girl, only to see the autumn maple leaf girl will blush, from afar, like the sunset red, ight red. The autumn wind blew gently, and the maple leaves danced like red snow. It was so beautiful.

The orchard was full of fruit. Canophyllic shook its round face, blunt you nod and smile; ight red big apple like crowded together fat baby, Bakai leaves smiling to see; the great golden persimmon like a small lantern hanging on the tree.

In the field, wearing uniform small green grass green, gorgeous; cauliflower hidden in the dark green foliage pale jade in the face; the most interesting to the number of soybean, in pods out of small round head looked like the sea waves; the vast expanse of rice, have ups and downs.

Although there is no spring autumn so gorgeous, but it is a world of red color is. Only in the autumn maple met blush, from afar, like dawn as red, the red mountain. The wind blows and the maple leaves float like red snow. So that people come to appreciate it. A cool eeze blowing, the scorching heat dissipation. Autumn, is the harvest season, a piece of terraced rice mature, autumn wind blowing heavy ears pressed straw lift head, set off the ups and downs of its yellow, autumn is golden!

The continuous autumn rain, like a girl in pouring out their own worries, I let autumn rain heartily wet my face, how refreshing. The rain stopped, I looked up, a cloudless blue sky, blue fascinated people, oh, autumn is blue!

Walk in the countryside on the road, passing the stream shore Farm Park and Castle Peak at the foot of the neat and beauty in the courtyard outside the village, are full of white chrysanthemum, exudes the fragrance, people baikanbuyan. Wow, its white in autumn!