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Weather jam

When the first leaf fell to the ground, autumn quietly came to this world.

Although autumn has no beautiful scenery of spring, no magnificent scene of heavy rain in summer, and no fantasy mystery of heavy snow in winter, it has its own uniqueness. In spring and autumn, there seems to be warmth in the gentle wind, blowing the children's red faces, giving people a pleasant feeling. People also admire from time to time: good autumn! By the middle of the year, the wind is not as gentle as before. It has put on a serious face and beat people's cheeks mercilessly, making them tremble. Needless to say, the biting cold wind tried every means to get into people's clothes. Because of its ubiquity, people put on cotton-padded clothes, gloves and earmuffs one after another. In such bad weather, there is an indispensable activity-wildfire, and autumn brings us free firewood-leaves. Little friends, you collect firewood and I'll make a fire. Soon, a strong flame will come out and we will get together to dry our hands. Sometimes we bake some sweet potatoes. When we eat them hot, we will drive away the cold, play and make fun of ourselves.

Few animals go out in autumn. When plumes of smoke rise, there will be several crows whispering on the dead trees next to them. That cry was so hoarse and tragic that it reminded me from time to time of a sentence written by Bai Pu in autumn: "An old tree smokes in Western jackdaw in the west."

Autumn is still a harvest season. At that time, the rice was ripe. The rice fields in Huang Cancan are endless, separated by field paths. Looking down from a height, it looks like pieces of gold bricks. Grandpa and grandma are country people. Every autumn, there is a field full of fluff and white cotton in their field. My grandparents will invite me to pick them, and I will promise them without hesitation. When they saw a big bag of cotton I picked, they all smiled with relief. After they sold the cotton they picked, they always bought me something delicious and interesting, and kept nothing for themselves. When I saw that I was satisfied with what I bought, their laughter echoed in my ears again.

In autumn, you not only gave me endless happiness, but also gave people endless happiness. I love you-autumn!

Autumn has come to the world, bringing busyness, harvest and sadness.

Autumn harvest is golden. In the fields, there are endless golden rice waves everywhere. The autumn wind blows over the heavy ears of rice, making a swaying sound, as if urging people to "harvest quickly!" " The color of autumn is red, too. In the streets and alleys, maple trees are particularly conspicuous with red "headscarves", like soldiers who stick to the territory. Red is very beautiful. I don't know if it shows the optimism in autumn. "Who knows that there is no shortage of life, and the water in front of the door can still go west, so we don't sing white-haired yellow chickens." It still reflects the pessimism in autumn. "If you want to see the sun, it will only be dusk."

Autumn is the harvest season, the busy season for farmers and the happiest season for them. After the harvest, the whole autumn is filled with a tense and warm atmosphere, completely getting rid of what people call misery and cold. Farmers' uncles are busy one by one. Apples should be put away, oranges should be put away, bananas should be put away ... They will never stop. It's midnight, and they should listen to whether it's raining. We have to open the door to see if it rains. They often stay awake for days, and their eyes are often as black as pandas. But after they are busy, they are happy and happy. Let's talk and laugh together. When it comes to this year's harvest, how much has that discussion increased compared with last year's harvest? It is estimated that next year's harvest will be spent.

Autumn is also a sad time. In autumn, geese fly south, trees wither, yellow leaves flutter sadly, there is no cicada in summer, there is no silence in winter, and there is no golden season in spring, but he has his own style.

I love this bumper harvest and happy autumn.