Diary about autumn scenery

Autumn Scenery Diary 1

I like autumn. Every time in this season, the maple leaves put on bright red dresses, and the wind blows cool wind, carrying little The maple leaves travel everywhere.

In autumn, my father often takes our family to enjoy maple trees. Under the dam of Shimen Reservoir, you can see rows of maple trees. Looking from a distance, it looks like The red flames were burning. When we got closer, it seemed that the lovely maple girl was greeting us. My father kept taking pictures with his camera, my mother and sister were discussing the shape of the maple leaves, and I picked up the colorful maple leaves. I painted the scenery here with colored pens. We chatted while admiring the maple leaves until dusk. At this time, the sun slowly sets, and the golden light shines on the fiery red maple leaves. This is really a beautiful painting! The sun not only embellishes the maple leaves with golden yellow, but also leaves a most beautiful and dazzling picture in our hearts. painting.

Autumn Scenery Diary 2

My hometown is rich and colorful, and there is a big harvest in my hometown. The pomegranates burst open and smiled, and the apples were as red as the red sun. My father and I came to the field. My father and I were so happy that we couldn't even close our mouths. Dad saw a big watermelon like a big ball. As we walked around, we saw colorful flowers on the ground. There were beautiful eggplants in the west, some like the moon, and some not like the moon. There were colorful chrysanthemums in the east. I love autumn. Because autumn is the time when fruits bear fruit and it is the harvest season for farmers.

Autumn Scenery Diary 3

Autumn is here, autumn is here, and Miss Qiu quietly came to the world wearing a golden dress. When the autumn girl arrived, the grassland blew gently, and the boundless grassland turned into a golden color, like a soft carpet.

Miss Autumn came, and the maple tree blew gently in the maple garden, turning the maple leaves into a fiery red color. From a distance, it looked like balls of burning flames. The autumn girl came, and the fields blew gently, bending the rice in the fields, blowing the sorghum until the faces were red with joy, blowing the soybeans until they were full, and blowing the cotton until they were white... Farmer uncle I was busy harvesting, and I couldn’t help but smile when I saw this harvest scene.

I love golden autumn.