Autumn comes, the le**es turn yellow, a leaf falling down, like a butterfly dancing in the air.
　　The fields in autumn very lively, rice is low head, in a whisper, sorghum laugh reddening, sunflower tired curved waist. The orchard fruits are rushing five or six color clothes, grab a red apple, put on it and said, Im too pretty, grab a piece of orange orange robe, the most suitable for me, other fruits are robbed of their love.
　　Autumn is so beautiful that I think it is autumn all the year round!