China wheat field draws a picture of bumper harvest. What is the "color" of harvest?

For autumn, we often think of autumn mourning. But for farmers, the color of autumn harvest is amazing. I still remember grandpa's joy when he cut rice. Color description of bumper harvest in memory: golden ears of rice, red peppers, purple grapes, mangosteen in September and autumn, ripe fruits, bumper crops, and the most beautiful harvest season of the year is coming! For September, the color of harvest in my memory is rice ear gold. Golden ears of rice hung in the field. Even the leaves of rice are golden. At sunset, grandpa was cutting rice in the field, and I was in the field, catching frogs or chasing frogs from time to time.

In the dirt, one step at a time, sometimes jumping up, sometimes sitting in the dirt, having fun. Looking at the golden rice, I bent down to cut it and put it away, repeating it over and over again, placing it in rows, and slowly becoming bundles. The wind blows the fragrant rice, and the land of China is filled with the joy of harvest. The rich and mature colors of various foods have gathered into a colorful picture, which is a gift from heaven and the fruit of people's wisdom and hard work. When I was a child, I always heard adults say that we are a hardworking country, and the sweat spilled in the soil breeds the hope of birth. Autumn comes in a hurry with a load of fruit. The air is also filled with the aroma of fruit, and the joy of harvest is all over the valley. She also knitted a golden sweater for the tree. Leaves fall down like a golden butterfly flying in the air.

Whispering autumn wind, brought a chill, autumn wind raging, screaming and pouncing on clusters of flowers? Qiuju. Qiu Ju still stands upright and shows her posture, as Chen Yi said in her poem? Autumn chrysanthemum can be used in Ao Shuang, and it is full of wind and frost. This performance is cold-resistant, what can I do with wind and frost? ? . Autumn chrysanthemum, it has no petals, only silky velvet flowers, which are extremely smooth. The autumn wind bursts, stimulating my nose and making me breathless. In the sun, like a sculpture lost by God, it will never return to the sky when it falls in autumn.