The beauty of autumn is mature - it is not as shy as spring, so open in summer, and introverted in winter. The beauty of autumn is rational - it is not as charming as spring, as hot as summer, and as subtle as winter. Autumn, the harvest season, the golden season - as lovely as spring, as passionate as summer, and as charming as winter. The sunshine of golden autumn is warm and tranquil, the autumn wind of Dong countryside is warm and gentle, and the blue sky and white clouds are elegant and melodious.

Autumn may be hidden in the golden ears of rice, perhaps in the burning persimmons, or perhaps in the green vegetable fields. Autumn, the harvest season, the golden season - as lovely as spring, as passionate as summer, and as charming as winter.

When the cool autumn wind gently caressed our faces, and the breeze splashed the paint it brought on the leaves, when the leaf composer composed the beautiful "Autumn Rhythm", Then I knew that autumn was coming.

Once a person's youth is over, there will be a beautiful maturity period like autumn. At this time, the fruits of life are like ripe rice waiting to be harvested in a beautiful and peaceful atmosphere.

Qiu Yu is lonely and lonely, but also full of hope. The rain at this time buries the fallen leaves, hides the melancholy, and brings hope and vitality.

Autumn is the harvest season, the golden season - as lovely as spring, as passionate as summer, and as attractive as winter.

The autumn light of red candles paints the screen coldly, and the light fan blows at the flowing fireflies. The sky is as cold as water at night, and I lie down to watch the Altair and Vega.

The beauty of autumn is rational - it is not as charming as spring, as hot as summer, and as subtle as winter.

The beauty of autumn is mature - it is not as shy as spring, so open in summer, and introverted in winter.

The autumn morning is extremely beautiful, the mist in the fields covers the houses, forests, and crops

The chrysanthemums are blooming, the chrysanthemums are withered, the wild geese are flying high, and no one has returned, and the wind and moon are idle behind the curtain.