A passage about "Imagination of Spring", "Summer Rain", "Autumn Wind" and "Winter Snow" is about 150 words.

Looking forward to, looking forward to, the hot summer has finally passed, and the footsteps of autumn are approaching.

Autumn is crisp and the sky is high and the clouds are light. When the fruit is ripe, crickets cry and the weather is cool.

The grass has not completely disappeared from the earth, it is still green. In the garden, in the field. Look, piece by piece.

Absolutely. The children ran and jumped, somersaulted, picked up some fallen fruits and threw them at each other, and competed to see who could throw them farther and more accurately. The weather is cool and the grass is green.

Osmanthus trees, maple trees and evergreen trees, with their lush and profound style and unique temperament, show their elegant demeanor, such as golden yellow, agate red and emerald green, just like the oil paintings carefully drawn by painters. Birds are busy migrating, and ants are collecting winter rations. Daisy, a bunch of red petunias, at first glance, yes: orange, purple, competing, spread in the flower bed, like a carpet, smiling at the autumn wind!

"Falling red is not heartless, but turning into spring mud will protect flowers!" Yes, it will become the spring mud that nourishes the earth, independent of the prosperity of branches. Autumn rain falls on red and yellow leaves and colorful leaves mixed with green and yellow. Luxurious maple leaves, exquisite evergreen leaves, and ordinary shaved leaves … they become more beautiful under the baptism of autumn rain.

The fruit on the tree is maturing, and the fruit farmers in the field are busier. In urban and rural areas, workers, students, children and the elderly all come out to enjoy the beautiful scenery, relax, watch the autumn colors, collect specimens and do their own things. "A hard work, a harvest", hard work, in exchange for a harvest, full of autumn-like colors of the gods, so that the colors of plants gradually become stronger.

Autumn is like the god of harvest, which brings countless fruits to people.

Autumn is like the god of joy, bringing people the joy of harvest. Yue.

This is a name full of fruits. Autumn comes quietly with golden light and light footsteps.

In the morning and at night, the mature rice floats heavily with the wind, as if covered with a golden blanket. I was next to the yellow rice, and I thought I saw something. Look, what's under the mountain? Rows of ripe fruits, fruits that people love at first sight.

At noon, the farmer's name is holding the fruits of his labor in the field; Rows of big brothers seem to be competing, and some aunts are cutting mature rice with sickles. I looked down and saw a golden snake. The golden light on me seemed endless.

In the afternoon, farmers stick to the boat and wait for dinner. However, in autumn, they are still roaming in the fields, and the golden color of the fields has spread to the leaves, which turn yellow and gradually fall off. At this time of disaster relief, farmers have begun to eat, but instead of eating, they look at the autumn outside, and the more they look, the more beautiful they are.

Night finally came, the sun set and the autumn night quietly left. Some leaves are still yellow and floating. I also read at grandma's house. I think, no one knows whether tomorrow's autumn will be so beautiful, but let today's autumn be a happy day!

I like autumn, and I prefer the scenery in autumn.