My hometown is charming all the year round, with flowers in full bloom in spring, trees in summer, fruitful results in autumn and cold winds howling in winter. But I like autumn in my hometown best.

In autumn in my hometown, the sky is particularly blue, like a painting, and the air is particularly fresh, as if it had been filtered. Not to mention the fields. From a distance, the rice fields in Huang Chengcheng are churning with golden waves, just like brilliant rosy clouds falling in the fields. Near, I can see that the rice is ripe, heavy, heavy, and the rice can't hold back. But they still sway with the wind, as if dancing for the golden autumn.

There is an orchard in Xishan. That orange is like a hunchbacked old man, with a heavy orange hanging on the tree and bent over. The orange is so beautiful, like a little girl's face and like a lantern. It's really delightful. Look at the world-famous Peng Da Orange, how dazzling it is in Huang Chengcheng. Here you can smell the fragrance of fruit floating from the western hills.

Chrysanthemums are everywhere, and chrysanthemums are competing to open. You see, some of those gorgeous flowers are as red as fire; Some are as yellow as gold; Some are as white as jade; Some show serious expressions. They are various and graceful. Amazingly, when the flowers wither, they are proudly in full bloom, showing great vitality. How noble it is to be proud of snow and fight against the cold!

I love autumn, and I love autumn in my hometown!