Autumn is a colorful season, you see that Huang Chengcheng persimmon, red glowing apples, and that all kinds of mushrooms, and my favorite is the wind of autumn
Whenever I finished my homework, and my mother went to the river while walking, while feeling the autumn breath, waves of wind blowing children, red maple leaves by the autumn wind fell from the tree, Only to fly the _butterfly_, clean aunt are busy, but just to the side of children sweep, and then children began to fall. Look, how can these maple leaves be naughty!
Far from the mountains there are still many fruit trees, apple trees, persimmon trees, as long as the autumn wind gently blow, these fruits to swing a small head, as if to say: _children, come pick me! On the ground! _Some fruit really could not help but want to leave the arms of the mother's arms,_ flap ... ... _With a burst of autumn they finally fell from the tree!
Peasant uncle to see their own fruit trees fruit, harvest in sight, was blowing around the wind, can not help but music from ear to ear, and eyes are narrowed into a line of it
I like the fall of the stream of gold, prefer the wind of autumn, because it brings us happiness, brought the vision and hope ... ...