I do not know when the green grass quietly turn yellow, into the embrace of the earth mother, waiting for the arrival of spring, germination, rooting. The cicadas disappeared, the flocks fly away to the south, as in the autumn to tell us! The sky in autumn is so clear that the clouds are floating leisurely. Poplar and willow leaves turn yellow, only pine is not willing to change its beautiful green clothes, may pine too fragile, afraid of the cold! Only when the maple tree was the most thoughtful, it changed into a red sweater for autumn. Autumn is the season of harvest. In the field of gold, its fine waist bending rice. A gust of wind blowing, the ground filled with golden wave, by , to distance, and a rustle of laughter. Wearing a red red sorghum and corn hat, grow a lot of beard, some also grin...... All of this, as if to report good news to the people. The farmers are to harvest grain, their cheeks with sweat, happy smile. Not far from the apple orchard, cooked, like a shy little girl, red face, low head. The vine hanging clusters of grapes, red, green, purple...... A dolphin in the sunlight, sparkling, shining bright light, emitting a seductive fragrance, a mouth drooling with greed. I'm so intoxicated with the magic and charming autumn scenery. A lot of people like to live in the summer, but the harvest is full of happy autumn more beautiful, lovely!