The earth put on a golden sweater, and yellow poplar leaves and bright maple leaves fell down, as if several colorful butterflies were flying in the air. Although the frost came, Grandpa Song Qing still wore a green robe and looked greener. Chrysanthemums in the garden are in full bloom, red as fire, pink as chardonnay and white as snow, which is beautiful. All the leaves on the persimmon tree have fallen, but the persimmons in Huang Chengcheng are still hanging on their fingers, like orange lanterns of all sizes, and the red begonia bends the branches.

The coming of autumn also changed the grass into yellow clothes. At this time, the grass is still standing, although it is no longer like a tender doll in spring or a green teenager in summer. When the wind blows gently, they twist their bodies to one side and win people's appreciation with their beautiful dance. In the morning, the crystal dew will play games and roll with the grass. Pick up a drop with your hand, and accidentally, the dew fell to the ground and disappeared at once, as if playing a game with me!