描写秋天的风英语作文(2)

　　描写秋天的风英语作文4

　　Autumn came, the beautiful autumn sister gave us a picture of the autumn.

　　Autumn wind sister brought a box of colorful pigments. She gave the blue sky, blue sky like a shiny sapphire. She gave the yellow ginkgo tree, yellow leaves like a small fan, they use the strength of the autumn wind sister, fan ah fan ah, to help farmers uncle left the summer hot. She gave the red maple, red maple falling, like a small butterfly, twisting the beautiful wings dancing. She put the golden yellow rice, a piece of golden rice, like a golden ocean. She gave the orange red orange, persimmon, like a lanterns hanging branches. She gave more colors to the chrysanthemum, yellow, white, purple beautiful.

　　Autumn wind sister also brought a variety of perfume. She will pear spray fragrant, apple spray sweet, provoke passing the children, could not help but run to the orchard.

　　I really like the painting of the autumn wind sister.

　　描写秋天的风英语作文5

　　Autumn is a colorful season, you see that Huang Chengcheng persimmon, red glowing apples, and that all kinds of mushrooms, and my favorite is the wind of autumn

　　Whenever I finished my homework, and my mother went to the river while walking, while feeling the autumn breath, waves of wind blowing children, red maple leaves by the autumn wind fell from the tree, Only to fly the "butterfly", clean aunt are busy, but just to the side of children sweep, and then children began to fall. Look, how can these maple leaves be naughty!

　　Far from the mountains there are still many fruit trees, apple trees, persimmon trees, as long as the autumn wind gently blow, these fruits to swing a small head, as if to say: "children, come pick me! On the ground! "Some fruit really could not help but want to leave the arms of the mother's arms," flap ... ... "With a burst of autumn they finally fell from the tree!

　　Peasant uncle to see their own fruit trees fruit, harvest in sight, was blowing around the wind, can not help but music from ear to ear, and eyes are narrowed into a line of it

　　I like the fall of the stream of gold, prefer the wind of autumn, because it brings us happiness, brought the vision and hope ... ...