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How to praise autumn millet

How to praise autumn millet is as follows:

1, Qiu Su, like a hard worker, hangs his head quietly, waiting for the harvest season.

2, autumn millet, like gold, shines with the light of harvest, which makes people respect.

Those autumn millet, like the golden carpet embroidered by Mother Earth, covered the whole field.

4. Autumn millet, like a poet's strong poem, makes people feel the joy of harvest.

Qiu Su, like a silent painter, painted a picture of a bumper harvest with golden colors.

6. Those autumn millet are dotted on the fields like stars, adding a touch of warmth to autumn.

7. Autumn millet, like a beautiful symphony, played a harvest movement.

Those autumn millet, like a magnificent oil painting, show the beauty and harvest of autumn to the fullest.

9. Qiu Su, like an industrious farmer, cultivates this land silently, bringing people the joy of harvest.

10, autumn millet, like a delicious meal, makes people drool and can't help but want to taste its delicious food.

1 1, those autumn millet, under the sunshine, are like golden gems, bringing people a bumper harvest blessing.

12, the countryside is no exception, and sorghum hangs down as if to kiss the earth. In the wheat field, the ears of wheat are full and golden. When the wind blows, the wheat waves roll, which makes people feel relaxed and happy.

13. The autumn wind blows across the fields, turning yellow rice into golden yellow, bending over with laughter. Only in this way can people feel the sweetness of labor and the joy of harvest, and the farmers in the fields will have smiles tanned by the sun.

14, the wheat field in autumn is a bumper harvest scene, and the grains are abundant. In the field, strings of ears of grain dance with the autumn wind. From a distance, the wheat waves rolled like a golden ocean.

15, autumn quietly came to Yuan Ye like a beautiful girl with light steps, and the corn blossomed with a smile; Beans clap their hands happily; Sorghum raised the red torch; Paddy hung his head shyly.