The autumn, without numerous Hua Shijin of spring, those who do not have summer is exuberant opportunity of survival, those who do not have a winter is silver-coated, it is the perfect picture …… that a nature draw gives
秋天，没有春天的繁花似锦，没有夏天的勃勃生机，没有冬天的银装素裹，它是一幅大自然绘出的完美的画……
The autumn is a beautiful picture. The autumn came, maple Xie Biangong is full whole hilltop, the phoenix tree that becomes yellow gradually, put on small grass of Huang Yi, whole autumn is the picture that a warm color fastens, as if in what be whole winter silver-coated make bedding. Ased if to be built on lawn an aureate rug, a big of a big Jin Chengcheng, autumn does the girl take away her golden blanket through forgetting when here?
秋天是一幅美丽的画。秋天来了，枫叶便红满整个山头，渐渐变黄的梧桐，穿上黄衣的小草，整个秋天是一幅暖色系的画，仿佛在为整个冬天的银装素裹作铺垫。草坪上仿佛被盖了一层金色的毯子，一大片一大片金澄澄的，是不是秋姑娘经过这里时忘了带走她的金绒毯呢？
The autumn is the picture of a bumper harvest. Look, that persimmon cultivates the big persimmon that go up, each be like red lantern of a small cup to be hanged in branch, a bit carelessly, the pulp inside ases if be about to explode come out, the apple also hides at the back of of branch, be like each bashful girl to go up red face. On the field of distance, the paddy of golden composition matured, resemble aureate ocean. Fiery broomcorn by wind whiff, also nod again and again in afield. In the orchard, pomegranate is tumbledown on the tree, the orange resembles each aureate small lantern ……
秋天是一幅丰收的画。看，那柿子树上的大柿子，一个个的好像一盏盏红灯笼挂在枝头，稍不注意，里面的果肉仿佛就要爆出来，苹果也躲在了枝头的后面，好像一个个害羞的小姑娘涨红了脸。在远方的田野上，金灿灿作文的稻谷成熟了，就像金色的海洋。火红的高粱被风一吹，也在田野里频频点头。果园里，石榴在树上摇摇欲坠，桔子像一个个金色的小灯笼……
The autumn is the picture of a sensitivity making a person. Ashen air, the air of dimly discernible, everything is so sensitivity. Some leaves had begun to be sent gradually yellow, and fall fall, make fertilizer to let his only, cradle next better generation. The ancients cloud, autumn wind is bleak, the autumn is the home town of a longing letting a person, season that misses a dear one, autumn wind whiff, always can let a person remember far the close people in birthplace, do not know the moon here is the same …… with birthplace
秋天是一幅令人多愁善感的画。灰白的空气，缥缈的空气，一切都是那么多愁善感。有些树叶已经开始渐渐发黄，并且落下，只为了让自己成为肥料，抚育更美好的下一代。古人云，秋风萧瑟，秋天是一个让人思念家乡、思念亲人的季节，秋风一吹，总能让人想起远在故乡的亲人们，不知道这儿的月亮是不是和故乡的一样……
Although autumn wind is bleak, but it was added for this picture however a few another colour. Draw is worn, draw is worn, the autumn became another picture, the picture of a beauty, bumper harvest, sensitivity making a person.
秋风虽萧瑟，但它却为这幅画增添了一些别样的色彩。绘着，绘着，秋天成了一幅别样的画，一幅美丽、丰收、令人多愁善感的画。(文/叶若婷)