The most beautiful thing on earth is clear autumn.

When the footsteps enter the embrace of autumn, my heart is slightly excited.

In the strangeness of autumn, it is striking that summer has lost its new look in autumn. In autumn, there are white clouds in the sky. The blue sky looks like autumn. Autumn, a warm season, is within reach. Look, the crape myrtle on the earth is very beautiful. This is my favorite.

I have always liked autumn wind, and I have an inexplicable attachment to autumn. When autumn first came, I felt like an elegant woman. It's full of fragrance and affectionate. It is the rhythm in Tang poetry and the clear dew in Song poetry. Every time I stand under the crisp autumn sky, I feel dizzy with autumn rhyme. In autumn, the earth is full of shallow fragrance, which is the voice of mature fruits to people.

In autumn, the wind is crisp, flowers begin to seed, crops mature, and the earth is beautiful and quiet everywhere. Usually, when I walk in the field, I feel a sense of gain. In autumn, the autumn wind is not dry, it extinguishes the power of summer. Everywhere I go, my gestures are full of autumn scenery.

Look, the Camptotheca acuminata on the fence, they are blowing their big horns quickly in autumn; Look, the autumn rose is enjoying its charm; Look, Qingliu is Qiu's companion; You see, in autumn, branches begin to walk into autumn's heart calmly.

In early autumn, the head is raised and the eyebrows are lowered, and the words of autumn are everywhere. I walked into the mountains and saw wild chrysanthemums on the hillside. They sway in the wind and are happy on the ground. Their flowers have a faint fragrance. They are cool in autumn. The early autumn is a warm picture, a lovely scenery, the charm of poetry and the essence of painting. Autumn is the favor of the wind, and I am intoxicated in autumn.

Like such scenery, blue sky and white clouds; Like this earth, colorful; I like this season, neither cold nor dry; I like this autumn, and the ink and painting are danqing. In autumn, there are ripe crops and fruits, as well as chrysanthemums of lovely babies. Yesterday, I saw the leaves of chrysanthemum, and my heart was happy. I like chrysanthemum, it is mine forever.

In early autumn, I picked a rose, smelled its fragrance, looked at its beauty, and then drew a rose on paper with my fur painting skills. After painting, I gently looked through some poems, looking for the lines of roses in the poems, and felt the fragrance of roses stay in my eyebrows.

Now, autumn is in the clouds, and it is painting everything with a layer of gold, urging everything to mature. Look at the branches, some have turned yellow and green, and some have filled their days with some calm mental state. Looking back, yesterday was in the lotus, today is the old poem, and today's lotus seed is the topic of autumn. Those graceful flowers in summer, some bear seeds, some still bloom on the earth, some begin to wither, and some bow their heads and say nothing.

Season is a silent poem, and autumn is a colorful painting. These are the missions entrusted by nature to autumn, and autumn words are louder than words. It is raining on the window today, and the autumn rain is cool. That clear raindrop is the brightest spot in autumn. They drop on the grass leaves, refract sunlight and make the grass bright.

Clear autumn is my love. In the clear autumn, I picked up some ancient poems and read the beauty of autumn. I know that the most beautiful thing in the world is clear autumn.

"Since ancient times, autumn is sad and lonely. I said that autumn is better than spring, a clear cloud, a crane on the cloud, and it is a poem! "