What is autumn like in your eyes? Write it down in a paragraph.

It's late autumn and early winter. In my eyes, autumn is a beautiful and harvest season.

In the garden, clusters of chrysanthemums are colorful: some are curly like a little girl's hair, some are like big red hydrangeas, and some petals are like silver needles, slender and slender. ...

In the orchard, all kinds of fruits are ripe. Apples grow so big and red that they are crowded on the branches, and the branches are almost broken. Pomegranate is the happiest, and her stomach is cracked with laughter. Bananas are frightfully cold. As soon as the autumn wind blows, it quickly puts on a golden cotton-padded jacket.

In the Woods, the leaves of buttonwood trees fall one after another, as if to cover mother earth with a quilt. The maple leaves turned red, as if on fire. The whole forest has turned yellow, and only cypress and pine trees are still green.

On the Yuan Ye, the original green grass turned into piles of yellow hay. In the community, osmanthus flowers on the roadside are in full bloom, emitting bursts of fragrance. In the field, the vigorous growth of sorghum swayed like fire with the autumn wind. ...

Autumn is a season of beauty and harvest. It is a beautiful movement composed of the rustling of fallen leaves, the whistling of autumn wind and the laughter of farmers. I like autumn.