Talk about describing the beauty of autumn talk about describing the beauty of autumn.

The white clouds in autumn float in the air like a mass of cotton, like a naughty little doll. The autumn wind is sometimes mild and sometimes violent. When it is mild, it brings us a cool breeze, and when it is violent, it blows the flowers straight. If it blows me like that, I can't stand it, but I will hide in a warm room.

I like autumn, and I like autumn fields. Walking in the field is like being in a golden fairy tale world. Looking around, a large area of wheat is like a heat wave, releasing all the energy in life, so warm and noisy. However, the farmers' uncles were very happy, and their unpretentious faces showed sweet smiles. Cut, cut, they showed the joy of harvest. Hit, hit, hit.

In autumn, I walked into the maple forest and saw countless branches sticking out in all directions from its thick and tall body. The red leaves quivered gently in the breeze, falling down from time to time, and laying a red carpet on the ground. This kind of red leaves has clear veins and even serrated edges. It is shaped like a child's outstretched hand, but its color is like a burning flame.

Summer has passed, and the busy mother in autumn has covered the tree with gold. Looking up, it looks like an endless golden ocean. When the autumn wind sweeps, leaves fall one after another, 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 blanket.

Autumn is in the park, look! Here are colorful, the leaves are yellow, and pieces of leaves fall from the trees and fly in the air like butterflies. The leaves fell to the ground like a golden carpet. Chrysanthemums are in full bloom, red as fire, white as snow and yellow as gold, bringing fragrance. The children ran to fly kites, while grandparents sat in chairs chatting and enjoying the beautiful autumn scenery.

In the field, the heavy ears of grain bent down with laughter, the sorghum blushed like a drunken young man, the corn leaning on a wooden stick showed rows of neat teeth, the cotton lifted its coat and revealed its white underwear, and there was a scene of bumper harvest everywhere.

Autumn is a beautiful picture with its own unique color-yellow. On the tree and on the ground, it almost became a yellow world. Brother Feng is very proud, because it has a rare color-red, and its leaves illuminate the surrounding plants like fire. Autumn is still green, Cycas is an exception. Its numerous thorns spread in all directions like fireworks.

Walking into the field, I saw a bumper harvest: snow-white cotton; Sorghum with heavy rice and full grains. They nodded frequently in the wind. What's that noise? Oh! It turns out that the farmer's uncle is very hardworking in breaking corn! Corn was put into the laundry list one by one, which was the hard work of the farmer's uncle.

Autumn sunshine is crystal clear, water flows brightly between heaven and earth, rustles in the clear veins of yellow leaves and red leaves, whirls in the sweet dimples of young girls, plays beautiful folk songs on every flying hair, and coats every land and everything with warm taste.

Autumn is really a beautiful season. Look! Although that row of maple trees is not as beautiful as the lush foliage in summer, look! A gust of wind blew, and the leaves broke free from the mother tree's arms and fell down one by one, much like a dancing butterfly, so beautiful-so beautiful. Some people may express sympathy and regret for Mother Dashu. However, the mother tree is not sad at all, because she knows that the maple leaf will return to her arms next spring.