500-word composition about hometown (wandering language)

In my hometown, it is golden and cool everywhere, and there are jubilant scenes everywhere. Golden "butterflies" are flying in the air, setting off the beautiful scenery in autumn and forming a colorful landscape painting. Perhaps, you will be full of doubts: in autumn, animals and plants either hibernate or move south, where can butterflies fly? In fact, as long as you look closely again, you will find that it is not butterflies flying, but old clothes changed by trees. I think it's going to be winter. The clothes I've worn for a year are old. Let's change. But the pine tree is just the opposite: it is still the green suit, which seems to be too wasteful or "economical" to throw away. What about those maples?

Are you following the fashion, or did you unexpectedly change into a red dress to show off, and even the original eye-catching green face turned crimson? Are you just drunk, or have you done something wrong and are you shy? Autumn is the harvest season, the golden season. In the endless rice fields, the rice is ripe. Looking around, you can see heartbreaking golden waves. Under the sunshine, it is more and more dazzling, as if the face is full of gold. Wow! No wonder the farmers who cut rice are so happy that they can't even close their mouths. Looking at such a bumper harvest, who is not happy to blossom? Hey! The rice fields in the south are glistening. What is that? Ah! What a land of cotton! Snow-white cotton is really like a peach in a gray cotton leaf! No wonder people call it cotton peach. Look, those chrysanthemums are in full bloom in Ao Shuang. They are colorful and red as fire; White as snow; Powder like sunset; Yellow kinsey. They are various, and some are like lion heads, imposing; Some are as colorful as braids on girls' heads; Some are like a shy girl's face, slim and graceful. This beautiful chrysanthemum adds a lot of vitality to the autumn.

Autumn dusk is more beautiful. The sun has converged its dazzling light, night has fallen and the sky has become dark. The night is also warm and charming. It's cool and quiet. The stars blink and the moon sings, turning the earth into a note, rising and falling.

I like autumn, so brilliant, so beautiful and so colorful.