The joy of autumn flows in people's hearts, and the golden color is their eternal feelings.

Autumn is a sad season, with dead leaves flying and debris falling. I feel like an autumn leaf. Autumn has come, and when the wind blows, I feel very helpless.

Autumn seems to come overnight, full of dust, flying over buildings and sweeping the city of the heart.

The beauty of autumn is mature. It is not so shy in spring, so open in summer and so introverted in winter.

Some people say that autumn is a harvest season, so this autumn, I have gained helplessness and loneliness. Miss Qiu came to the forest, and the yellow leaves fluttered in the air like butterflies.

Walking into autumn, staring at the clear water, mountains and clouds will overlap your figure.

In the late autumn sky, clouds are floating slowly like knitting wool.

Autumn comes to this world quietly with golden color and light footsteps.

Autumn is noisy, and only in this season can we enjoy the joy of every harvest.

Whenever I walk in this autumn, the riverside and roadside are covered with falling maple leaves. Under the touch of autumn wind, the red maple leaf forest is more vivid and charming. The falling rain makes the leaves tremble. The trees that once brought us harvest have left lonely branches under the destruction of wind and rain.

In the paddy field, a piece of rice in Huang Chengcheng turns up with the autumn wind, and in the green vegetable field, the full leaves are shining with crystal dew.

Autumn, the harvest season, the golden season is as lovely as spring, as warm as summer and as charming as winter.

Late at night after autumn. The moon has gone down, and the sun hasn't come out yet, leaving only a blue sky. Everything is asleep except what passed at night.