I open the window in the morning. After the rain, a fragrance came to my nose. This is not the only sign of spring, but the pace of autumn is slowly coming - the eyes of summer leave, autumn fairy tale begins.
I walk along the sheep's intestines path in the park, enjoying all the scenery of autumn. The sky is still so blue, and with a little gray misty, clouds to invisible, covered by this kind of misty.
Autumn in the park still presents a green scene. Occasionally one or two withered and yellow trees will make people confused. Is it autumn or spring. This is of course autumn, willows no longer spit buds, is dense and trivial and powerless to show people their helplessness in the prime, it seems to sigh time is too fast. The goldfish in the pond doesn't matter. Unlike other animals, they begin to look for food for the winter. They are carefree waiting for people's food and enjoying the happiness of "getting something for nothing".
Autumn rain brings not only fresh air, but also yellow leaves and scared geese away. People gradually become thick in the autumn rain.
I stand on the earth mountain of the park, surrounded by leaves bathed in autumn rain and washed lawn. After bathing, the leaves slowly grow old, sighing that their life is too short, and finally the dust falls to the ground. And the baptised lawn seemed to hope that it would be more prosperous, but it didn't mean "grass", so it had no choice but to bow its head and admit defeat. I stand on the mountain, looking at the lush and declining scene at the foot of the mountain - this is the scene of autumn, the clear autumn after the hot and dry summer.
In autumn, the fragrance of the air after the rain is refreshing. It doesn't have the green symbol that spring brings to people, the green hope that summer brings to people the scorching sun like vitality, and the white scene of winter, but it gives people fresh and clear autumn.
I picked up a golden leaf on the side of the road and used it as a bookmark to open this autumn fairy tale. Autumn fairy tale autumn, give me a happy joy; autumn, also revealed a deep taste, so, in this autumn, what kind of fairy tale?
Listen, "hoo, hoo, Hoo..." That's aunt Qiufeng on the radio: autumn is coming! Aunt Qiufeng is an excellent dancer. In the field, sorghum dances with her. Aunt Qiufeng is teaching them to dance! The dance is beautiful. What's the disadvantage? Yes, it's accompaniment, so aunt Qiufeng invited grandfather Lei. Grandfather Lei happily beat the beat. The sorghum are tired, and they need manna, so grandfather Lei invited Qiuyu girl.
Listen, "Hua, Hua, Hua..." It is Qiuyu who is singing. She brings the mellow dew to the earth and moistens the wheat in the field. She is a postman, who has sent the fragrance of flowers, soil and grass in the distance; she is a painter, who has painted the golden fields, the happy harvest of grain and the smiling face of the farmer's uncle. Every time Qiuyu comes here, she has many things to do. She is really a hardworking girl!
Nature is so good, everything can return to its original simplicity and enjoy itself. I will always remember this wonderful fairy tale. Autumn fairy tale autumn is coming, autumn is coming, autumn girl cheerfully shouting, laughing, greeting everyone to have a harvest party.
Daogu came to qiugirl's house in her golden dress and said, "I represent the grain class in the meeting. Who doesn't eat? People can't live without me, so I'm here."
Cabbage happily came to Qiu girl's home and said, "I represent vegetables in the meeting, because I am the most nutritious. Among the vegetables, I rank a, so I come to the meeting.
Apple red face came to the autumn girl's home, embarrassed to say: "the fruits all recommend me to the meeting, I also have rich nutrition, contains a variety of vitamins, whether children or adults like me, the girls also say I am a beauty. So I came to the meeting. "
Xiaodouzi came to the meeting and said, "I represent beans in the meeting because I have rich plant protein. People will be smarter if they eat me."
The wax gourd grandfather came to the autumn girl's house slowly with a big stomach and said, "cough, cough I came late. I attended the meeting on behalf of melons, because my whole body is full of treasure, my meat can be eaten, and my seeds and skin are all medicines, so I came to the meeting. "
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Just as Miss Qiu was about to speak, chrysanthemum came in a hurry and said, "although I'm not a vegetable, I'm not a bean, and I'm not a fruit But I'm also a scenery in autumn. I can make medicine and beautify your meeting place, so I'll come. "
Miss Qiu said happily, "welcome, welcome. Now that everyone is here, our meeting will be a success." Autumn's fairy tale is another autumn. It's gone. It's been more than ten seasons of falling leaves. But at this time, it seems that it's not my autumn
"Ha ha ha..." From the riverside came bursts of laughter. To my ears, the laughter was so sweet and beautiful. Hometown, this is a familiar and strange place for me. How many beautiful, touching, happy or tearful fairy tales are staged here.
Today's us, has long been the right thing and the wrong person, from the once have nothing to talk about, to now have nothing to say. The pleasant laughter added some color to my memory. It seems that this kind of really only belongs to the childhood laughter, this innocent, pure laughter, will never appear on me again. I stepped forward, in an instant, the flying water in the air moistened my eyes and my heart. The first mock exam of my eyes suddenly blurred my mind.
Or this river, where our shadow still lingers, where our laughter still reverberates. We play here together, splashing water floating into the air, and then fall, water ripples, reflecting our unrestrained smile. There are so many memories here. Autumn, without the summer heat, the weather is getting colder and colder, but we are still in the river, together here building our memory castle. Here, we will always remember the old place, is we can enjoy the old place. If you have something on your mind, you are always willing to tell it here; if you have tears, you are always willing to sprinkle it here; if you have joy, you are always willing to share it here.
Finally understand, belong to my autumn fairy tale, ten years, twenty years Never, never fade. Fairy tales of autumn, hot summer quietly away, the autumn breeze blowing, people will know that the beautiful picture of autumn has spread in front of us.
Come into the orchard, look! The purple grapes are like beautiful gemstones; the red apples are like crystal clear agates; and the orange bananas are like sickles, which seem to drive away thieves to protect the orchard. These delicious fruits make people greedy! Let's go. I really want to finish the whole orchard. Looking at the fruitful scene, the farmer's face was full of smiles.
Walking into the woods, the maple leaves are red, which are particularly conspicuous in the trees. From a distance, they are like putting on red windbreaker, showing their beauty in the woods. And the yellow leaves put new clothes on every big tree.
Let's go to the open grass again and look up. The blue sky is as clean as if it had just been washed in the water. The fine white clouds, like thin gossamer, float on the sky. They are so pure and lovely. The grass is withering and the leaves on the trees are falling. They are looking forward to a new life next spring. What a beautiful autumn scene.
There are a lot of beautiful scenery in autumn. I like the colorful season of autumn. Autumn fairy tale bid farewell to the hot and dense summer, autumn wind blowing, whistling blowing. The fallen leaves, like yellow butterflies, disappear quietly in the early morning of autumn. Ushered in the sky high cloud light, cool weather. Autumn is always poetic in literati's works. Like in a little cold time, holding a book to watch, focus. Used to shuttle in prose, novels. Just at the time of the season change, open the fairy tale that I haven't seen for a long time. When I was a child, the years flowed away in one fairy tale after another. "I've entrusted time to stories, which is just the growth years that can't be recovered.". The three little pigs are always lovely. Snow White is innocent and kindhearted. The little mermaid quietly turns to foam when dawn comes to the sea. At that time, I couldn't understand the meaning of fairy tales, and I was attracted by the wonderful story. Sleeping beauty, beauty and the beast, over and over again. I'm used to seeing the happy ending of Princess and Prince. Sometimes I'm tired of it. Now, appreciate again, that one by one story is like a small dandelion floating gently, and like a light color of flowers, sending out faint fragrance. Now it seems that I prefer some fairy tales with tragic color, hazy and sad color, which can move people more. Even if we look at it many years later, it's still so shocking. That may be the most expensive fairy tale book when I was a child: 25 yuan, which was a luxury at that time. At that time, mom and dad's income was not high, and we still lived in the old house. The so-called old house is a very old tile roofed house. It is very narrow and humid. When it rains, you have to take an umbrella even in the house. Little I always sit in the warm arms of my parents, open curious eyes, looking at the design on the book, I can't read, my parents read it to me. They always tell stories one by one, and I listen to them every day. When he was a little older, he pointed to the design on the book and made up his own story to tell them. At this time, his tired parents seemed very relaxed and happy. This fairy tale book occupies an important position in my young heart. It seems that all the laughter at that time is related to it. Four year old autumn, after a drizzle, we moved out of the old house, into a spacious and bright new house. The old house was soon demolished, and the shadow of the old house was gradually covered with dust and buried in the deepest memory. Later, we moved once more, far away from the old house. Now the appearance of the old house has been blurred by the years. The only thing I remember clearly is the fairy tale book and the fragments of fairy tales told by my parents. Fortunately, I treasure the fairy tale book carefully, and my feelings for it are very deep and complicated. I'm sure I like one of my favorite stories, the grapes my mother picked. The story is very simple: the little fox is hungry, crying, so the mother fox goes out and goes over three mountains to pick grapes for the little fox. Mother fox picked the grapes, but she found the hunter on her way home. In order for the little fox to escape, mother fox led the hunter away Later, little fox grew up by himself. He never saw his mother come back. He was looking for his mother all the time. One day, he came to the house where he used to live with his mother, but he was surprised to see it