How to write the composition of pastoral scenery in autumn

I like beautiful spring, hot summer and cold winter. However, I prefer cool autumn. Because she has a unique, melon and fruit everywhere, intoxicating pastoral scenery.

Autumn is a colorful season and also a harvest season. The countryside in autumn is full of vitality. Orange-red oranges are like small lanterns, swaying in the breeze and smiling on their faces; Apple's general's red face finally showed a smile, and the big round pomegranate showed rows of crystal clear teeth, which was very cute. Huang Chengcheng and Jin Canzi are big and red, both like handicrafts. Bananas and pears can't sleep either, and they are stuffy and golden. Grapes are like a string of pearls. If you take a bite, you will say, "Great!" The heavy dates bent the branches.

After walking through the orchard, I came to the harvest field. I looked around, and the rice was shining in the sun, as if it were all gold. Bunches of sorghum raised burning torches. Maple trees clap their hands one by one in autumn. No wonder your palm is red. Snow-white radish flowers wither, bearing bitter fleabane bitter fleabane seeds, black and white bean curd wither, and grow tender pods. Leaves fall and dance like butterflies. Of course, this lovely fruit doll and beautiful field are also carefully cultivated by fruit farmers and farmers.

I love autumn! But I love the unique and intoxicating orchard in autumn more!

Pastoral scenery

Last winter vacation, I spent a winter vacation in a village in my hometown.

I live in a village where there are clear ponds, towering mountains, lush forests and hardworking and simple people. ......

In the clear pond, there are graceful lotus flowers and playful fish ... In summer, lotus flowers are in full bloom, one after another, dancing in the water in white like hibiscus. Some budding lotus flowers are like a shy little girl. When the sun shines on the lotus, it turns red. This is "the lotus leaf is infinitely green, and the lotus reflects the sun differently." Tadpoles, all black tadpoles, swim freely in the water, and their long black tails swim around behind their heads, not to mention how cute they are!

There are lush forests by the pond, peach blossoms in spring, azaleas in summer, chrysanthemums in autumn and plum blossoms in winter. These words are open in seasonal order and look lovely and beautiful in the Woods. Under the cultivation of this simple rural people, it looks noble, particularly eye-catching and particularly gorgeous.

There are even rice fields in the countryside where cattle work. Although this yellow cow is not as beautiful as the black-and-white cow in Dutch pasture, it is hardworking, just like the people in his hometown.

If you go out for a walk when the sun is about to set, you will definitely see people in the countryside eating dinner: some people sit on stone benches in the yard and some people set tables and chairs in their own yards to eat, having a good time. The rosy clouds on the horizon, the evening breeze, the homing birds on the horizon and the people in the countryside have merged into a natural, harmonious and beautiful pastoral scenery.

How charming the field scenery is in October, like a beautiful picture.

In the early morning, the field was covered with a veil-like mist, as if to give rice the last moisture. When the sun came out, the eyes were golden, and the full ears of rice bowed their heads and bent the rice stalks. Dewdrops hung on the rice grains, shining in the sun, like countless pearls. A gust of wind blew, and the rice fluttered with the wind, giving off the breath of "autumn field".

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How charming the field scenery is in October, like a beautiful picture.

In the early morning, the field was covered with a veil-like mist, as if to give the rice the last moisture. When the sun came out, the eyes were golden, and the full ears of rice bowed their heads and bent the rice stalks. Dewdrops hung on the rice grains, shining in the sun, like countless pearls. A gust of wind blew, and the rice moved with the wind, making a sound of "name=news_content".

After lunch, it seems that someone is silently directing, old people, young people and children. They all happen to coincide, holding silver sickles, leaving home, rushing to the field and starting to grab the harvest. Sweat flowed on their faces and wet their clothes, and they didn't bother to wipe them. "Click click" rang into one piece and merged into an idyllic symphony. How wonderful and cheerful the sound is! You see, the soybean sticks out its round little head in the pod and looks out, as if enjoying a bumper harvest.

Overnight, all the standing rice slept on the floor like a carpet. This field has become very broad. After two or three days, the rice sleeping on the ground disappeared and turned green. Ah! It turned out to be green wheat leaves, much like a lush grassland. Wheat leaves are long and thin, soft and tender. They suck the crystal rain and dew, scrambling to grow, as if they were taller and faster than anyone else.

There is a hole in front of me. I looked up and saw all kinds of vegetables: red peppers, green vegetables, and grass heads clustered together ... I pulled out a green vegetable with roots like grandpa's beard and leaves and stems like pieces.

Harmonious home, the kind of comfortable and warm home that farmers feel when they come back from work. This kind of life can only be found here. I don't know how many spring and autumn, how many days and nights, it still slipped down in a hurry, or stretched out one by one, whether it was flowering or withering.

It seems that I have been isolated for many years. In the forgotten years, I always want to find a clean soil, fill my stomach when I am hungry, and travel freely when I am happy.

I don't know how many years have passed, but the pace of the clock is so long that it will go on forever, but it will stay for a few years forever. Over the past few years, I just want this stable and happy farm life, so that people here can feel the truth of life and their inner persistence.

The animals here love to stand outside the door in droves in the evening and enjoy the radiant life. People here love to step on the last ray of sunshine after dinner and seek a happy life.

The heart is wandering, but the blood is splashing here?

Let a beautiful life permeate life, and everything here will be more magnificent and beautiful?

The gentle hillside is inlaid with pink buckwheat fields and the roadside is covered with green highland barley fields. The fence made of logs leads along the winding dirt road to the distant virgin forest. Tibet's diaojiao buildings are scattered on the roadside. Cattle and sheep are hidden from time to time in the light blue smoke of boiling milk tea ... The whole atmosphere presents a medieval local flavor.

Huanglong township government is located in a small market town in a mountainous area, which is quite distinctive. The Lao people in the town are mainly Han immigrants from the mainland. In order to adapt to the environment, they have long had obvious Tibetan characteristics in housing construction, diet and other aspects, but their daily life customs still maintain the habits of the Han nationality and form a unique folk custom. Visitors to local farmhouses are usually treated warmly, tasting buttered tea, drinking a bowl of green tree wine, and then riding the owner's horse to visit the mountain pasture, so that they can fully appreciate the pastoral scenery here.

Tens of thousands of acres of pear blossoms and hundreds of thousands of acres of golden cauliflower make Pengzhou's rural areas colorful and constitute Pengzhou's charming western Sichuan style. A few days ago, the first rural flower viewing festival in Pengzhou in 2006 with the theme of rural tourism in China was held in Gexianshan Town and hongyan town.

The Garden and Flower Festival is hosted by Pengzhou Municipal People's Government and undertaken by Gexianshan Town and hongyan town Municipal People's Government, and will last from March 18 to May.

On the opening day, tens of thousands of citizens strolled in the green fields and enjoyed flowers in the shallow hills in the Shanxi Valley Park of Gexian County and Li Huaping of Hongyan, and participated in the opening ceremony of the first rural flower viewing festival in Pengzhou in 2006 with the theme of "China rural tour".

Ao, Deputy Secretary-General of Sichuan Provincial People's Government, announced the opening of the Garden and Flower Festival.

Strolling along the country road, watching patches of cauliflower, pear blossom and peach blossom, experiencing the simplicity and nature of the country, a cup of green tea and a cool one, this March country is a unique picture.

The river is like a blue ribbon wrapped around endless green fields, and in the distance are houses with simple shapes and harmonious colors, which are beautiful and moving pastoral scenery!

Past ancient windmills, the leaves of windmills turn in the wind like open wings, forming a unique landscape with green grass and wild flowers, adding magical colors to this fairy-tale world!

A pair of colorful and exquisite wooden shoes symbolizing sweet love! And gorgeous tulips that captivate countless lovers ...

In the season of tulip fragrance, the charming girl's smile is as fragrant as flowers. ...

Huanglong township government is located in a small market town in a mountainous area, which is quite distinctive. The Lao people in the town are mainly Han immigrants from the mainland. In order to adapt to the environment, they have long had obvious Tibetan characteristics in housing construction, diet and other aspects, but their daily life customs still maintain the habits of the Han nationality and form a unique folk custom. Visitors to local farmhouses are usually treated warmly, tasting buttered tea, drinking a bowl of green tree wine, and then riding the owner's horse to visit the mountain pasture, so that they can fully appreciate the pastoral scenery here.

Quiet lakes, windmills, green grass and small houses are so pleasant.

Tulip fields are booming, fragrant and windmills are spinning! Is this a dream?

Tall buildings are also works of art, classical and elegant, like a colorful oil painting!

Everything is green, and even the air smells of grass.

Surrounded by full of green, the green is amazing, the windmill stops and revels in the beautiful scenery ... The rain falls from the sky and comes to the world in a subtle, gentle, silent and even colorless way. Touching the square earth, Mo Mo loves all creatures on the earth.

Through the damp and transparent glass, I began to look for traces of rain, trying to capture its light figure.

However, its naughty face is transparent to me and the earth, and its dancing will never fall into sight. But that doesn't stop me from feeling it. Just because I can't see doesn't mean I can't reach my heart.

I know this is what I am thinking at the moment. It is flying along Hayes' clear lines to the sparse leaves in front of the window, then gathering into beads, sliding from one end of the leaves to another low corner of the leaves, from crystal clear to dripping, spinning and dripping into a song. Isn't this journey like an elf who knows how to blink without sunlight transmission?

Rain falls from the sky and comes to the world in a subtle, gentle, silent and even colorless way. Touching the square earth, Mo Mo loves all creatures on the earth.

Through the damp and transparent glass, I began to look for traces of rain, trying to capture its light figure.

However, its naughty face is transparent to me and the earth, and its dancing will never fall into sight. But that doesn't stop me from feeling it. Just because I can't see doesn't mean I can't reach my heart.

I know this is what I am thinking at the moment. It is flying along Hayes' clear lines to the sparse leaves in front of the window, then gathering into beads, sliding from one end of the leaves to another low corner of the leaves, from crystal clear to dripping, spinning and dripping into a song. Isn't this journey like an elf who knows how to blink without sunlight transmission?

Intelligence is the other side. How can such a light rain not make people excited? How to stop people staring at the window?

When it's rainy and gray, the dry music in my heart is silent. Just like the original messy building in the sun, after the noise of fine dust was washed away by rain, it began to show its patchwork under the casual rendering of gray. The white and gray buildings set off the boundless sky with grid lines.

And the distant houses are blurred in the looming, covered with mysterious veil, shaking the uneven shadows of trees, conveying illusory beauty in the rain. In the change of late autumn, blue and yellow also reduce the clarity and aggressiveness of a few inches of sunshine and increase the gentle whisper in the wind. Whether stupid or angry, it is the poet's deep affection.

In rural areas, even vegetables that have forgotten the season, with tender faces, began to sing green under the moisture of rain. Even through the fence, I can hear their cheers, clusters, clusters. ......

So, at this time, I will open the fence and let myself wander on the pastoral path. Throw away the diaphragm of the umbrella and have the closest contact with Xiaoyu.

I didn't realize the change of season until the coolness penetrated my thin dress. Life in the south is like this. I am often confused and break into a new season without the preparation of boundaries. But this is all right, so that many awakenings suddenly appear in their ignorant smiles, rather than being captured in the inexplicable sigh of seasonal changes.

It's raining slightly, although it's already called winter rain, but its unique breath is full of unspeakable tenderness. I like it to fall quietly on my shoulders, on my hair, and surround me with hidden sweetness with kisses.

A few strands of hair hanging over the shoulders gradually formed its transparent and hazy figure. Looking down at it, I imagined that I would become more beautiful because of it. The smile has flooded my lips and penetrated the cold in winter. ......

When I smile, I will definitely think of you. It turns out that no matter whether the moonlight is like water or light rain, as long as you are moved, beauty will always exist.

It's a beautiful day today. Let's visit grandma's house. On the road, I saw the rice on both sides of the road heading ... A gust of wind blew and the rice danced. In the vegetable garden, yellow-green Japanese pumpkins hang on shady vines. Short September beans are covered with curved pods, just like curved bananas. Corn is like a bearded old man, with a long beard in the wind. Persimmons are yellow in the orchard, like yellow lanterns. The countryside in autumn is really beautiful!

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The river is like a blue ribbon wrapped around endless green fields, and in the distance are houses with simple shapes and harmonious colors, which are beautiful and moving pastoral scenery!

Past ancient windmills, the leaves of windmills turn in the wind like open wings, forming a unique landscape with green grass and wild flowers, adding magical colors to this fairy-tale world!

A pair of colorful and exquisite wooden shoes symbolizing sweet love! And gorgeous tulips that captivate countless lovers ...

In the season of tulip fragrance, the charming girl's smile is as fragrant as flowers. ...

Quiet lakes, windmills, green grass and small houses are so pleasant.

Tulip fields are booming, fragrant and windmills are spinning! Is this a dream?

Tall buildings are also works of art, classical and elegant, like a colorful oil painting!

Everything is green, and even the air smells of grass.

Surrounded by full of green, the green is amazing, and the windmill stops and revels in the beautiful scenery. ...

This is the spring scenery in the countryside.

Go to grandma's house in the country to play today. There are many chickens, including hens that lead chickens to feed and cocks that shrug their tails. They are all covered with golden feathers and red cockscomb, so cute! The rooster has a colorful tail! People there also keep many watchdog. As soon as I entered grandma's house, I was scared by her dog. The dog's name is Hei Hu, and the name really lives up to its name! It's strange that the sound of Wang Wang is not scary! But as soon as he saw my grandmother, he wagged his tail and dared not hum! Do you think life there is interesting?

Autumn fields

Autumn is a cheerful season, but when the autumn girl comes with a skirt, it also brings the joy of harvest in the field.

The fields in autumn are festive. Looking around, golden rice waves after waves, and sorghum, which is blushing all day, is also bent by this harvest scene. Fruitful orchards, apples and pears bent the branches, and fruit farmers were happy.

In autumn, the fields are busy, the small animals are trying to prepare for hibernation, and the grass has changed into a yellow shirt prepared for them by Mother Earth. As soon as the wind blows, the leaves on the branches begin to fall.

The fields in autumn are beautiful. Some chrysanthemums of various colors are in bud, and the green buds are delicate and lovely. Other petals roll up and fall like boats. Look, there are "yellow butterflies" flying in the Woods. The floor is carpeted with gold.

The fields in autumn are refreshing. The blue sky is clear, but not dazzling. Flocks of geese fly south in neat rows, and waves of crisp songs echo in the fields. ...

Akita is everyone's favorite. After school, students play and jump wildly in the fields, playing hide and seek, and the eagle catching chickens is everyone's favorite. Sometimes, everyone follows the teacher to run, sketch, make specimens and play in the fallen leaves.

Autumn is the season when everything is integrated, and the fields in autumn are beautiful, festive and busy, which is also our favorite.

I love autumn, and I love this autumn field even more.

Last winter vacation, I spent a winter vacation in a village in my hometown.

I live in a village where there are clear ponds, towering mountains, lush forests and hardworking and simple people. ......

In the clear pond, there are graceful lotus flowers and playful fish ... In summer, lotus flowers are in full bloom, one after another, dancing in the water in white like hibiscus. Some budding lotus flowers are like a shy little girl. When the sun shines on the lotus, it turns red. This is "the lotus leaf is infinitely green, and the lotus reflects the sun differently." Tadpoles are all black and small, swimming freely in the water, swimming around, with long black tails behind their heads. What an interesting time!

There are lush forests by the pond, peach blossoms in spring, azaleas in summer, chrysanthemums in autumn and plum blossoms in winter. These words are open in seasonal order and look lovely and beautiful in the Woods. Under the cultivation of this simple rural people, it looks noble, particularly eye-catching and particularly gorgeous.

There are even rice fields in the countryside where cattle work. Although this yellow cow is not as beautiful as the black-and-white cow in Dutch pasture, it is hardworking, just like the people in his hometown.

If you go out for a walk when the sun is about to set, you will definitely see people in the countryside eating dinner: some people sit on stone benches in the yard and some people set tables and chairs in their own yards to eat, having a good time. The rosy clouds on the horizon, the evening breeze, the homing birds on the horizon and the people in the countryside have merged into a natural, harmonious and beautiful pastoral scenery.

Although rural people live in a small house, they always like to set up a melon rack in front of the house, or plant pumpkins or loofahs, so that those melons and vines can climb up the scaffolding and climb up the eaves. When the flowers fall, the vines bear green and red melons, which are hung in front of the house, lined with long vines and green leaves. Green and red melons, green vines and leaves make up a unique and interesting decoration, which is much cuter than a pair of stone lions squatting in front of a tall building or two upright flagpoles.

Some families also plant several kinds of flowers on the ground in front of their doors, such as peony, impatiens, cockscomb and dahlia. They are open in turn according to the season, with a touch of extraordinary splendour in simplicity, showing a unique farmhouse scenery. There are also some families who plant dozens of bamboos, green leaves and green poles behind their houses and cast a shade. When you walk there after several spring rains, you will often see many fresh bamboo shoots sticking out of the soil in groups.

As usual, there are always a few chickens in rural areas. Walking in front of their house, you will definitely see a hen, leading a group of chickens, foraging in the bamboo forest; Or see a rooster wagging its tail and striding up and down on the ground.

If there is a river behind their house, next to the stone bridge and under the shade of green trees, they will see a group of ducks playing in the water and diving their heads into the water for food from time to time. Even if there are women on the rocks nearby, they are never surprised. If someone goes out for a walk on a summer night, they often see country people having dinner. They moved tables, chairs and meals to the door and began to eat in the sky. The rosy clouds on the horizon, the evening breeze and the homing birds flying overhead are all their good friends. Together with rural families, it will become a natural and harmonious pastoral landscape.

When autumn comes, Weaver Girl stays on the melon shelf in front of their house. On a quiet night in the moonlight, they sang, "Weave, weave, weave! Weave, weave, weave, weave! " That song is really beautiful, better than a lullaby, so that people who have worked hard all day can fall asleep sweetly.

People in the countryside have unique and charming scenery at any time and in any season.

The annual Labor Day is coming again. My mother and I took advantage of this wonderful time and came to my grandmother's house in the country.

We got off the bus and walked to the village. The cool spring breeze blows head-on, as if welcoming the Golden Week with us. On both sides of the road are green fruit forests planted by farmers, and lush branches and leaves block the golden sunshine. There are many longan trees hanging on the trees. My mother told me that longan is not mature yet. In summer, a string of sweet and delicious longan in Huang Chengcheng can be picked and become the fruit on the dining table.

When I arrived at my grandmother's house, I forced my mother to set off firecrackers. My mother had no choice but to agree. So, I walked around looking for a firecracker shop and finally got what I wanted. I stood on the roof and threw firecrackers into the river. Unexpectedly, I scared the ducks bathing in the water. It was surprised to "ga! Ga! Hey! " I screamed loudly and ran home in a panic. I can't help laughing. In fact, ducks are cute, too. You see, a fat body in vain, a yellow mouth and bright eyes, can you walk around without being cute?

Suddenly, the sky was overcast, with lightning and thunder, and in a flash, it began to rain cats and dogs. I hurried back to the house to hide from the rain. After a while, the rain stopped, and suddenly the sky was high and the clouds were light. Look up and you will see the rice fields soaked by rain shining. Walking into the tree-lined fields, you will feel relaxed and happy. Looking at the heavy and full ears of wheat, I thought: It was the working people who exchanged these ears of wheat with their own efforts. How great the working people are!

After lunch, we came to his uncle's guava forest. In front of us, it seems to be an endless fruit forest, with three uncles and others, which is simply a green ocean. His uncle is holding pliers and carrying a bamboo basket. I followed him from side to side, only to see him carefully cut off one green fruit after another. I was so happy, I thought, I can eat enough now. After picking the fruit, I was sweating and panting. When I saw my uncle, he was sweating like a pig. How difficult it is! I ate sweet and crisp fruits and thought: These fruits were bought by working people with little sweat.

What beautiful fruit trees and wide fields make me linger. After returning to China, this continuous picture often echoes in my mind.

Bright light, like countless pearls. A gust of wind blew, and the rice moved with the wind, giving off an "autumn field".

How charming the field scenery is in October, like a beautiful picture.

In the early morning, a layer of white gauze-like mist hung over the fields, as if to give rice the last moisture. The sun came out, golden, and the full ears of rice bowed their heads and bent the rice stalks. Dewdrops hung on the rice grains and sparkled in the sun.

In the early morning, the fields were covered with a veil-like mist, as if to give rice the last moisture. The sun came out and it was golden in front of me. The full ears of rice bowed their heads and bent the rice stalks. Dewdrops hung on the rice grains, shining in the sun, like countless pearls. A gust of wind blew, and the rice fluttered with the wind, emitting fragrance. "

After lunch, it seems that someone is silently directing, old people, young people and children. They all happen to coincide, holding silver sickles, leaving home, rushing to the field and starting to grab the harvest. Sweat flowed on their faces and wet their clothes, and they didn't bother to wipe them. "Click click" rang into one piece and merged into an idyllic symphony. How wonderful and cheerful the sound is! You see, the soybean sticks out its round little head in the pod and looks out, as if enjoying a bumper harvest.

Overnight, all the standing rice slept on the floor like a carpet. This field has become very broad. After two or three days, the rice sleeping on the ground disappeared and turned green. Ah! It turned out to be green wheat leaves, much like a lush grassland. Wheat leaves are long and thin, soft and tender. They suck the crystal rain and dew, scrambling to grow, as if they were taller and faster than anyone else.

There is a hole in front of me. I looked up and saw all kinds of vegetables: red peppers, green vegetables, clustered grass heads ... I pulled out a green vegetable with roots like grandpa's beard and leaves and vegetable handles like pieces of table tennis boards.

What a charming Akita!

Autumn scenery in my hometown field.

My hometown is a small town in Sanshui City. In autumn, the fields in my hometown are full of bumper harvests. Every National Day, my parents and I will go back to our hometown for a few days, and the beautiful autumn scenery will be displayed in front of us.

The blue sky is as clean as washed sapphire. Autumn wind makes me feel relaxed and happy.

Autumn has covered the fields with gold. Rice fields in Huang Chengcheng are like blankets on the earth. Farmers' uncles are busy harvesting rice. They cut and laughed from their mouths. On the hillside, the mature apple trees are covered with red apples, like small lanterns. Autumn is really a harvest day!

There are many flowers and plants under the apple tree. The grass stretches, looks up and smiles sweetly. A breeze blew, and the small wild flowers shook their bodies, emitting waves of attractive fragrance.

There are several big trees on both sides of the rice field. A breeze blew, and the leaves fell gently and fell into the arms of Mother Earth. They are like butterflies flying in the air. The leaves covered the road with a golden carpet.

Ah, I really love autumn scenery in my hometown!

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Autumn fields

Zhangjiagang Experimental Primary School San (5) Ban Bian

Today is Saturday, the weather is fine, the sky is as blue as washing, and only a few clouds are floating in the western sky. On this crisp autumn day, my father and I went to the countryside to visit my grandparents. We passed through the fields.

The fields in autumn are very lively. The soybeans on the roadside shook their pods and gave a loud laugh. Tall and straight cotton trees, yellow leaves, yellow leaves show a snow-white face; From a distance, large tracts of rice sparkle like piles of gold. Looking closely, the heavy rice seedlings bent over with laughter. The autumn wind blows, and this endless rice field is like a golden ocean, with layers of ripples.

There are bamboo poles in the field, and colorful plastic bags are tied to the bamboo poles. When the wind blows, there is a rustling sound. Guess why plastic bags are put in the ground?

Haha, this plastic bag guards the rice field like a scarecrow to prevent pests from eating crops. Did you guess right?

The fields in autumn are really beautiful, really beautiful! What a beautiful picture!

Pastoral scenery

There is a paradise-like fancy world on earth, but it is not heaven, it is the countryside.

On May Day, I went to the countryside for my holiday.

My parents and I sat on the ox cart and watched the rural scenery. From a distance, the wheat in the field danced with the encouragement of teacher Feng, and its golden clothes decorated the field with gold.

Go to the entrance of the village and you can see the tofu room. When I walked in, I saw a big guy in front of my eyes. This guy is made of two stones, one big and the other small. There is a wooden stick beside the stone. My mother told me that this is a bean mill. As long as you push around the machine with a wooden stick, white soybean milk will flow out and make my mouth water.

The sky in late autumn is so high, blue as the sea, dotted with white clouds, sailing like a canoe, slowly floating on the blue sea, which is really crisp in autumn!

At the weekend, my parents decided to take me to the suburbs to enjoy the charming autumn scenery. We drove on the wide highway. Along the way, we talked and laughed, bathed in the cool autumn wind, and unconsciously came to the suburbs.

When we got off the bus, the first thing we saw was a paddy field in Huang Chengcheng. In the sun, the rice fields sparkled with golden light. The autumn wind blows, and waves of golden rice waves appear, dotted with green mountains and waters, sketching an intoxicating landscape and harvest picture. We felt refreshed when we strolled in the rice fields.

Further on, there is a small cornfield. Corn raises its yellow head one by one, and the yellow leaves in the green sway with the wind, as if waving to us. Looking at this kind of corn cob in Huang Chengcheng, I can't help thinking of sweet and fragrant roasted corn, and my mouth is watering. I really want to break some and bake them at home.

"Look, isn't that a pumpkin?" I looked in the direction my mother pointed, and I saw pumpkins, big and small, under the yellow and green leaves. How many pumpkins are bearing fruit! There are long circles, green and yellow, and pumpkins seem to be smiling at us. I didn't expect the delicious fried pumpkin we usually eat to be planted like this. Next year, I will plant a pumpkin seedling on the roof of my house and let it grow many big pumpkins.

Suddenly, a gust of wind sent a fragrance, and we followed it. It turned out that the fragrance came from the osmanthus tree at the head of the village. My parents and I ran to the osmanthus tree in three steps. It smells good! Jingui is covered with branches, and the yellow flowers and green leaves are "equally divided". I breathed the fragrance greedily and couldn't help reaching out to pick beautiful flowers. Dad stopped me and said, "flowers and trees are alive, too." Picking them will hurt them. " I nodded and retracted my hand. Alas, if only this fragrance could be put into my pocket. In this way, I can put this refreshing fragrance into a bag and give it to my neighbors so that they can share the gift of nature.

Sitting under the osmanthus tree, I enjoyed the beautiful scenery in autumn. Autumn in the suburbs is so beautiful. I like autumn in the suburbs!