Describe the weather in autumn

A beautiful article describing the weather in autumn

1. Stepping into the park, I saw a flaming maple forest. Each cluster is so lovely and full of vitality, just like the rising sun in the morning, emitting light and heat, which reminds me of "stopping in the maple forest late, frosty leaves are red in February". Oh, autumn is red. Pieces of fallen leaves fell to the ground, paving a golden "golden road". When stepping on it, it makes a creaking sound from time to time, which makes people feel very comfortable, as if stepping on a cotton blanket, and there are no extra leaves. Each piece is a golden leaf, which is memorable. Oh, autumn is golden. Walking, I didn't realize that something fell on my face, and then I knew it was raining. Autumn rain is not as cold as spring rain, nor as violent as summer rain. It is like a warm mother, gently stroking her children. The sky washed by autumn rain is so blue. Oh, autumn is blue. Walking in the rain, I saw white chrysanthemums, in full bloom, with the fragrance of dew, delicate posture, and beautiful in the rain. Oh, autumn is white.

2. In the south of the Yangtze River in autumn, rain is essential and lasts for three or two days. Stop worrying and look! It is raining outside the window, like a bead curtain, perpendicular to the world, connecting them tightly, like a child holding his mother's hand. In an obscure old street, there are several small umbrellas like mushrooms. Isn't it a beautiful sight for the eyes? The misty Jiangnan in the rain is beautiful, but the Jiangnan with fallen leaves is not beautiful?

The hot summer has passed, and Mother Qiu is busy putting a golden coat on the tree. Looking up, it is like a vast ocean of gold. Autumn wind blows, leaves fall in succession, some dance like butterflies, some spread their wings like orioles, and some spin lightly like dancers. The ground is covered with fallen leaves, like a thick golden carpet. Look, another big leaf is flying and falling. I rushed over and reached for it. Ah, that blade is like a golden boat! So, I gently put it into the river. From a distance, I look like a boat.

My autumn is beautiful, rich, happy and fresh. I like autumn and her blue sky; Like her fruitful results; Like her dancing leaves; Like her cool climate. There is no sweltering heat in summer and no cold in winter. Come to the countryside, stroll along the country road, and look for my autumn. Walking in the field, the first thing you see is rows of neat sorghum. The breeze blew, and sorghum shook her flaming head to express cordial greetings to me, showing off her plump face to me, heralding the arrival of another bumper harvest year. There is a piece of yellow grass under my feet, which reminds me of an ancient poem "The vast sea of grass comes and goes with the seasons". Wildfire can't burn it out, but the spring breeze can revive it.