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It only magically floated by, and this beautiful daisy blossomed: autumn in my eyes

Autumn in my eyes

Class 7 (4) Of Huaishuguan Middle School in Yangxian County, Hanzhong City, Shaanxi Province, Su Xing Instructor: Zhang Baoqing

It only magically floated by, and this beautiful daisy blossomed: autumn in my eyes

In this golden autumn september, I wandered through the fields. Fallen leaves danced in the air and fell to the ground as if they were a golden carpet.

Autumn is a magician who turns the green leaves golden with a big wave of his hand, and he blows the leaves into the air with one breath and lets them drift away with the wind. Autumn dyes the fields golden and dresses nature in a golden garment. Although the delicate flowers have withered, this is not difficult for the autumn girl, it only magically floats by, and this beautiful daisy flower blooms. She turned the already desolate wilderness into a flowery and vibrant place. Chrysanthemums are competing to bloom, colorful, competing for beauty, and it is not lively.

It only magically floated by, and this beautiful daisy blossomed: autumn in my eyes

Autumn is a little girl, and this oncoming autumn is very kind. So gentle, she was not as warm as the spring wind, not as hot as the summer wind, not as harsh as winter. The autumn breeze is cold, and a blow will make you feel very cool and refreshing.

The protagonist of autumn is, of course, the leaves, its yellow face with a little red, and the first thing that comes into view when you go there is the leaves. It fell one by one, picking up a fallen leaf, and you could see that the leaves had turned golden, and the yellow was mixed with red, as if there were countless crystal clear red gems in its hand. The autumn apricot leaves are very beautiful, yellow and clear, although it is not as big as the maple leaves, not as bright as its bright colors, but it is small and exquisite, small, like a small fan, exquisite, chic.

It only magically floated by, and this beautiful daisy blossomed: autumn in my eyes

Autumn is also a season that makes the farmer's uncle happy – the harvest season. You walk into the field, rice bends over with a smile, a deep smile and a red face... Autumn dresses nature in a golden and shiny dress.

I love autumn, I love its sky is high and cloudy, I love its autumn high and refreshing.

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