The blooming flowers and blooming flowers in spring are lovely fruits and melons everywhere, and the autumn with many fruits is more lovely.
Look at the blooming chrysanthemums. They stretch the beautiful waist, face up, enjoy the sun, tender and sweet kiss, it is very moving. The little white chrysanthemum is pure and pure, the dragon claw chrysanthemum is in full bloom, the dahlia chrysanthemum is beautiful and beautiful They squeeze me and I squeeze you, trying to get a lovely face out of the green leaves. It's like a group of beautiful little girls hugging and laughing together.
A piece of golden rice fields, hard-working farmers to harvest that golden rice, the heart is thinking: this year is a good harvest!
Look at the bean fields over there. The bean seedlings join hands and shake their heads gently. Ho! The fluffy pods are so cute.
A gust of autumn wind blowing, those delicate flowers swaying with the wind, like a naive and lively little girl shaking her head, twisting her body to jump up a happy "disco". The ears of rice swayed around and collided with each other like a toddler, making a rustle. It's really exciting.
In the field road, cars come and go to the bustling place. The rice pullers, the corn pullers, the beans pullers, and the grain carriers run to the village full of harvest joy.
Ah! What a lovely autumn scene! Autumn this year's autumn, late. The fallen leaves scattered all over the ground. I don't know where my heart is going. Look, another yellow butterfly is flying, spinning, falling, and finally falling to the ground, becoming the most common one among thousands of butterflies. I can't bear to see it gone by the autumn wind. I gently pick it up and touch its dry body, but the texture is still clear. I smoothed it carefully, facing the sun. Wisps of light through the gaps in my book, I put it in my favorite page, hoping that time can remember this beautiful moment.
I walk in the fields, the golden ears of wheat wave to me; the mature sorghum nods to me. I use the camera to capture every moving moment, hoping that time can keep it.
I am wearing jeans, listening to light music running in the osmanthus forest, Qinren fragrance around me, into my heart. Ah! This is the taste of autumn! I took a glass to pick small and yellow osmanthus. Hey, do you know what I'm doing? Ha ha, yes, you guessed right! I'm going to make osmanthus cake for my mother. I like sweet scented osmanthus cake. Mother said that the kind of powder in the supermarket is not what sweet scented osmanthus cake, not delicious! In order to understand my craving, my mother specially went to learn how to make sweet scented osmanthus cake. Just steamed sweet scented osmanthus cake is very soft, color is very good, white reflects a little yellow, just like the night sky with a little star. It's cool and sweet in your mouth. After cooling, the sweet scented osmanthus cake is crisp and delicious. I hope time can treasure the fragrance.
I carry a small bamboo basket and walk on the orange road with flowers all over the mountains. As the name suggests, both sides of Juxiang road are coveted kumquat. We can pick and taste for free! I picked a golden orange. As soon as I broke it off, the juice of the orange flowed out and leaped at my fingertips. Tear off a small piece of flesh and put it in your mouth. It's soft and sour with a sweet feeling! Five or six at a time! No wonder Huangyan tangerine is famous. Today I fully understand I hope time can make it last forever.
Autumn, a relaxing season! Qiujing saw off the hot summer, and qiugu's mother came to us again. Gusts of cool autumn wind came, leaves also slowly turned yellow, they fell with the wind. White and flawless white clouds are floating gently in the sky. At this time, Miss Qiu also quietly tells us that she is coming.
In the evening, people walk on the falling leaves, making a very pleasant sound, and birds are also singing chirping songs when they rush back to the nest. Hua Hua Hua, suddenly, it began to rain heavily, accompanied by thunder. The lightning is running like silver snakes. Listen, these kinds of wonderful sounds together like autumn symphony.
Eh, there came bursts of laughter. Oh, it turned out that the farmer uncle was enjoying their harvest! Autumn is the harvest season, you see that piece of mature wheat, a gust of wind, it shows the scene of wheat waves. When you walk into the orchard in autumn, the ripe persimmons are covered with branches, and the branches are bent down. From a distance, the ripe persimmons look like lanterns for the Spring Festival, and they look like little girls' red faces. A mature persimmon let people see are greedy DC saliva.
This is really a beautiful autumn scene. Although I like the vibrant spring, I prefer the fruitful autumn. Autumn scenery autumn, is beautiful. Red apple, yellow pear, sweet orange. This is autumn.
In the morning, my mother and I went to the countryside by car.
At this time Wutong, thick, indistinct, can see the golden sycamore leaves dancing, Huang Cancan's rice ears smile bent. Gradually, the fog dispersed. The autumn chrysanthemums on the mountain are blooming. With a smile on his face, the farmer went down to the field to harvest rice and thresh millet. After a period of time, the wheat and rape seeds will be spread to the fields.
I walked up the mountain, muddy path on both sides, layers of terraces, green sprouts, as if back to the vibrant spring. With the fragrance of rice, we continued to walk to the top of the mountain. At this time, I seemed to be intoxicated. The autumn wind is blowing, a little chilly; the rice is rustling, like a piece of music; the fallen leaves are floating, like a graceful butterfly.
Slowly, I came to the top of the mountain. Only see the earth mother put on the golden autumn clothes, showing a little green smile.
Ah! Autumn, you are so beautiful, so moving, so rich. You feed the spring seedlings, let them grow into fruitful fruits, and your body, has gradually aging.
I love you autumn, your charming smile, forever engraved in my heart. The warm color of a tree in autumn is left by autumn.
Behind the sky high and the clouds light, we all see the harvest of Tian Yuan. The gold all over the land envelops the heaviness accumulated since spring, and outlines the ruggedness of the field with thick surging
Dawn and dusk, like happy angels, loyally cling to the mountains and rivers, watch the home they strive to build, and show their deep love and love for the land under their feet. The poplar tree, which has taken root by the river, also takes this place as its hometown. Its unadorned clothes and its admiration for the clear stream are obviously beyond the native feelings. Its dependence on the stream is enough to deduce any section of the world's love that has been cut and straightened.
A nameless waterfowl also made a home here. It often alone in the water painting hidden mystery Square Garden, let its life as no waves of the river, in addition to peace and joy, the rest is moistening and leisure. It seems that it has never experienced, and does not intend to experience, any great sorrow or great joy in its life. Its only wish is to live a happy life without any heart knot.
The fields are golden. When the fields were golden, stories began to wander in the fields. The villagers express their feelings about the harvest with busyness and pastoral songs. Men began to sweat in the yellow rice waves, and women began to dry their wishes in their courtyard. The children pass by the field when they go to school, and they all have the happiness and comfort of plenty of food and clothing.
Every day, the enrichment of life makes time more precious, as if just packed up, we have ushered in the rosy clouds all over the sky. At this moment, no one will be full of mood, the fragrance flowing in the air is particularly spiritual! Even when the cattle were grazing at the edge of the field, they put down their nostalgia for the nomadic era. They not only share the glory of labor, but also seem to cherish the time and space with their wives and children. When myna sing and dance on them in turn, they enjoy singing just as bees and butterflies enjoy flowers.
The sun is bright and warm. The blue hanging in the sky is very much like an image in my dream, with a clean face, eyes like autumn water, and jade like brightness that can not be eroded by the vicissitudes of life. I face the Tian Yuan, boundless, also has an indescribable bright. This is what I see when I walk through the fields in autumn! Autumn scenery some people like the spring with peach blossom and willow green, some people like the summer with luxuriant flowers and leaves, some people like the winter with powdered jade cut, but I like the autumn with maple red and chrysanthemum best.
Into the mountains in autumn. The mountains in autumn are beautiful and charming, and the mountains in autumn are intoxicating. My family lives in a quiet village. Opposite is a clear river. The river is singing "Hua La, Hua la.". Looking at the colorful flowers on the side trees, one has its own characteristics, one has its own posture. A breeze blew and the flowers nodded to the people.
Yamano is jubilant. The orchard is also very lively. When you enter the orchard, you can see the fruits on the trees. There are small lanterns like persimmon, agate like hawthorn, pearl like grape, gourd like pear. Red, yellow and purple. Big and small. There are so many. As long as you take a bite, this is really: eat in the mouth, sweet in the heart.
Into the field. The autumn wind is gorgeous and the golden wind is cool. The sea of sorghum raised the torch. The endless soybean rings the bell. At this time, the people in the field are busy. Laughter and singing everywhere, gongs and drums everywhere. Autumn girl, with a golden step, quietly came to the world. All of a sudden, it was golden. It's like a thousand layers of rolling waves.
Ah, beautiful autumn. The seed of ideal is sown here, the fantasy of youth is unfolded here, there are green mountains and green waters, there are calls for the future, how can I praise you without the blazing love in my heart?