鞦天

It is autumn. The sky is clem and cloudless. The summer heat is gone. The autumn wind brings us cool. At once the version comes to my mind，"Autumn is rich with fruit and grain." Actually I see pomegranates red and round on the stall in the market and the pcars big， yellow and juicy. My mouth waters for them. The grains have been harvested， the rice， wheat and corn.

　　The laurel trees give off fragrance. The perfume makes its way stralght into my nose. The brlght red canna are standing behind rows of tall plane trees. I am waiting for their leaves to turn yellow.Then l can trample on the fallen leaves on both sides of the ground.

　　At times the autumn rain keeps falling silandy on the trees and flowers and the ground. It washes everything clean. When the sun comes out， the droplets shine bright on the yellow leaves.

　　What a beautiful painting！ Autumn is the season for harvest no pains， no gains. I must study hard so that I can have a big harvest in all my subjects.

　　鞦天

　　已是鞦天了，天空晴朗，萬裡無雲，夏熱已逝，鞦風送爽。我頓時想起鞦天是收獲的季節。市場上已可見到紅紅的石榴和黃橙橙而又多汁的大梨，實在令人垂涎。此時，稻子、小麥和穀子等莊稼也已開鐮收割。

　　桂花吐香，芬芳撲鼻；在一排排高大的梧桐樹後是鮮紅的美人蕉。我在等待樹葉變黃，熱後踩著滿地的落葉。

　　有時，鞦雨無聲地落到樹上、花上和地上。它洗滌一切。太陽出來時，晶瑩的水珠在黃色的樹葉上閃閃發亮。

　　一幅多麽美麗的油畫。鞦天是收獲的季節。而不勞者將一無所獲。我要努力學習，以便所有的功課都獲得豐收。