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What is the taste of autumn in this essay? What's that smell? What's the smell of gas?

In autumn, it retains more depth and warmth, and exudes the essential flavor and taste like citrus.

The taste of autumn is delicious, sweet, sour and fragrant.

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The sweetest taste in autumn is in the orchard. The apple was burnt red by the autumn wind, just like my little sister's red face. Orange peel is very popular. I just need to cut a hole in it with a knife and peel it off, and I can see that the orange petals inside are really like a few fat dolls hugging each other. I opened it and ate one. It was so sweet-the taste of oranges was so comfortable! The pears on the branches are golden yellow. Take it off and have a bite. Wow-if eating pears is like drinking spring water, then eating fragrant pears is like drinking nectar. Persimmon is covered with orange clothes, like a small lantern. It has a sweet taste and is soft and melted when eaten in the mouth.

The sweet party day in autumn is the evening of August 15. There are sweet moon cakes on the tables of every household, which are thick and light, with the flavor of bean paste, honey and strawberry.

Autumn tastes sour. The taste of oranges is really cool, grapes are cool, and kiwi, the king of fruit, is really sour and cool!

The smell of autumn is fragrant. The fields are fragrant, the corn is golden and golden, and it tastes mellow. Fried peanuts taste crisp and fragrant; Sweet potato is soft and sweet, and tastes particularly fragrant.

Autumn tastes sweetest. The big and round peaches are sweet, and the harvest people all grinned. Some people have tired hands, but people seem to be smiling when picking peaches. The happiest children are those who eat round bellies. They can feast their eyes.

Autumn smells pleasant. In the park, golden leaves fall on the rockery, which is so bright that people can't open their eyes. Squinting, they saw a dozen children playing hide-and-seek on the rockery. How happy they are! He has a bright smile on his face, as if praising the glory of autumn.

The smell of autumn is very quiet, and the tree quietly throws away the sun umbrella used in summer. It's a pity that it is golden! It doesn't matter. Next year, when all the flowers are in full bloom, his mother will buy him a green color-changing umbrella. The cicada's cry gradually died down, as if its mouth was thirsty for water because of the hot summer, and it rushed to drink the rushing water in the river. It seems that everyone is brewing a silent and quiet taste.

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As time goes by, we often pick it up from the depths of our brains. In the memory of autumn, I always feel a taste of autumn that belongs to me in my heart. It is pleasant, comfortable, warm, pleasant and beautiful.

At first, I could feel the taste of the years best, when the village harvested in autumn every year. At that time, the sunshine was very dark red, and it shone quietly on the red walls of the village terraces, which made it even more red. Walking in the busy fields, I can't smell the fragrant rice fragrance at the autumn harvest all the time, looking up at the green hills connecting heaven and earth in the east and the misty white clouds on the blue sky at the top of the mountain. Then I lay in the field and looked at the high autumn sky. I swallowed the fragrance of autumn around me, which was especially fresh and refreshing. I always feel that autumn exudes a unique flavor, haunting the whole season, pulling my hazy mind and sense of smell, making me feel like I am meditating and drifting away, trying to make me chase. It's like a girl with a scent running, keeping you chasing. Every time she almost met, she quickly walked away, leaving only a fragrance that made you bravely move forward. Every autumn, I feel it in my heart.

Sitting alone on the beach in front of the village, I don't know how much history has flowed, silently watching the distant autumn water slowly pass away. The red and rotten sun shines in the distant Woods, and the sound of leaves falling can be heard in the distance. Autumn leaves fall to the ground, which will draw a beautiful curve in the air. There are some autumn birds, and the swallows have gone south. The nest is still firmly fixed under the eaves of the old house, and the swallows will return as scheduled next year. Sparrows are the most common. Without cement, it is basked in a big "bed" made of bamboo from ancient times to the present. Sparrows will fly to the jujube trees by the field in droves. When grandparents stay at home and don't pay attention to the millet, they will fly down quickly and peck the millet in Huang Chengcheng. When the old man finds it, he will chase it out, blow out the sound of "hee hee" in his mouth, combine with it and drive it away, and the sparrow will fly away quickly, land on the tree and then fly to another place.

Unforgettable is the autumn of senior three in 2008, which witnessed a different year for senior three. That autumn, I had a crush on the girl at the same table. In my heart, she was so perfect. I fell in love with this semester in the fall and kept it in my heart until the end of the third year of high school next year. Every day in that autumn had a special idea. Sunshine, fog, rain and yellow leaves have witnessed my different moods every day together. Bitter and sour, mixed tastes. Autumn has become a season of homesickness. To this day, I often tell others that autumn is the season of homesickness. The autumn wind blows, awakening my youthful breath; Yellow leaves fall, as if my heart is erratic and tossing and turning; Autumn is like feeling the warmth of love; Rain and dew are autumn, which seems to be the nourishment of love. Inadvertently, sweet-scented osmanthus bloomed and its fragrance was faint. It seeped into my love in autumn, flying slowly, straight up, wandering in the lofty and vast blue sky, accompanied by white clouds, I seemed to sleep happily and softly. In the ordinary autumn, there is a touch of love, which blooms in this blooming autumn.

In the third year of high school, I began to make up classes, and I forgot many things in high school. This is the arrival of a new autumn. I slowly began to find that I seemed to smell the smell of last autumn, and it was so unforgettable and deja vu. My heart was deeply touched by something I didn't know. Things are different, autumn is still there, but people are disconsolate.

One autumn afternoon in 2009, I was in class on the fourth floor, and the sun was still so dark red, shining quietly on the Woods outside the window. I often inadvertently look out of the window from the blackboard. Outside the teaching building is an ancient park, with many towering trees. Outside the forest, there are trees as high as the fourth floor window with layers of yellow leaves. Mottled and moving leaves are reflected on the white walls of the side residential buildings. There is often a yellow leaf falling gently under the gaze. I looked at the distant green hills and the empty fields under the mountains through the gaps between the trees. Looking at the misty white clouds in the high blue sky, everything makes me feel like I found last autumn again. The red sunset sunlight shines into the classroom, illuminating the space above the classroom. Then I looked back at autumn scenery out of the window and closed my eyes silently. Smell the autumn in homesickness, feel the autumn of last year's senior three, and shed tears silently and happily. (article reading network: www.sanwen.net)

Now, I have left my hometown. In this autumn in the south of the Yangtze River, I can't smell the familiar autumn breath. Perhaps the years have changed, or I have slowly lost my sense of smell of autumn. Maybe I can smell the familiar autumn at home.