A year the four seasons, spring, all things recovery; In the summer, the scorching sun; Winter, snow. But I love the beauty of autumn that mature alone.
The color of autumn is golden. Pieces of yellow leaves, like the beautiful butterflies dancing in the autumn wind; Layers of golden rice waves, like a golden sea; Sorghum red face a stretch in the autumn wind, it is golden dress hopping the cheerful dance while singing...
Autumn is a wonderful sound. Underground, the autumn rain dripping like a musical performance; Autumn breezes blowing, just like beautiful music; From the tree, constantly in the field, came the sound of the cheerful symphony played to harvest...
The taste of autumn is sweet. The orchard, each pears like YiZhanZhan small lanterns, hanging in a tree. A grape, these grapes as each big, round black pearl, shining, a refreshing fragrance... The autumn wind the chrysanthemum is open to romance. Red, white, yellow, purple, airtime, sending out the intoxicating scent in the air.
The autumn sky is high. There are some light in the blue sky white clouds, white clouds is line after line of fly south wild goose, under them for a while adult word, a word from time to time, added wipes his life for the beauty of the sky...
My Favourite Season
A year the four seasons, spring, all things recovery; In the summer, the scorching sun; Winter, snow. But I love the beauty of autumn that mature alone.
The color of autumn is golden. Pieces of yellow leaves, like the beautiful butterflies dancing in the autumn wind; Layers of golden rice waves, like a golden sea; Sorghum red face a stretch in the autumn wind, it is golden dress hopping the cheerful dance while singing...
Autumn is a wonderful sound. Underground, the autumn rain dripping like a musical performance; Autumn breezes blowing, just like beautiful music; From the tree, constantly in the field, came the sound of the cheerful symphony played to harvest...
The taste of autumn is sweet. The orchard, each pears like YiZhanZhan small lanterns, hanging in a tree. A grape, these grapes as each big, round black pearl, shining, a refreshing fragrance... The autumn wind the chrysanthemum is open to romance. Red, white, yellow, purple, airtime, sending out the intoxicating scent in the air.
The autumn sky is high. There are some light in the blue sky white clouds, white clouds is line after line of fly south wild goose, under them for a while adult word, a word from time to time, added wipes his life for the beauty of the sky...
Ah, autumn, how beautiful you are, I love you!