Beautiful autumn prose in my hometown

When summer leaves with a long tail, autumn comes quietly. Although it is early autumn at this time, the summer heat has not disappeared, and the afterglow of the autumn tiger continues. It was not until after the solar terms in long summer that the cool autumn came as scheduled. At this moment, everything between heaven and earth began to put on clothes, some lives were about to die, trees began to shed leaves, flowers and plants began to turn yellow, and distant mountains gradually turned pale gold. The vast loess plateau is full of autumn and gold. This is a harvest season, and farmers are all smiling.

Every autumn, the terraced fields in my hometown are natural landscapes envied by others, and the colors of the mountains are intoxicating. Loess gullies are dotted with yellow leaves, and the hillside is covered with gold nails; On the loess plateau, the fields in autumn are golden and bare, which makes people drool; Just like the vast grassland spread by the picture scroll, more colorful autumn colors are soaked in the layers of forests. When the autumn sun shines lazily on the yellow land, the flowers and plants in Sichuan are dyed dazzling gold, and the sunset does not compete with it. Where water meets the sky, Tianshui is the same color, and it is impossible to tell which is the sky and which is the water.

As the saying goes, "a leaf falls to know autumn." Autumn will come to us when the autumn wind blows off the first leaf on the tree. There are fallen leaves floating in the mountain stream, flowing around the valley, and the mountains are dyed. The whole field is like a gorgeous watercolor map, showing the beauty of autumn.

After beginning of autumn, the first solar term in autumn, there was an autumn rain and a cold. The cold wave rolled into the loess plateau, and it felt very cold. It was time to wear autumn clothes and trousers. At this time of the year, relatives always clamor for us to do this, but we don't listen. We always get cramps in our legs and stomachs because of the cold, so we secretly put on thick clothes behind our relatives' backs.

After beginning of autumn, the cultivators hung up their hoes and hid their plows. They worked in the fields of hope for half a year, and their sweat spilled on the yellow land. These amiable and respectable plowmen work hard in obscurity, facing the loess and facing the sky, and sowing in spring and summer for the moment of autumn harvest. In the long wait, the autumn wind dyed the vast Yuan Ye yellow, and finally looked forward to the autumn harvest. The simple plowmen are all smiling and beaming. It was the joy of ripening fruits and crops, and it was naturally the most festive moment.

As soon as the autumnal equinox solar terms passed, the plowman began to be seen in the fields. At that time, all the laborers and the whole family went out and didn't come back at noon. The whole family will have to eat some dry food and drink some hot water for the autumn harvest and return to the mountains after dark. Returning in autumn, the plowman walked with tiny steps, hunched his back, and slowly landed on the towering hills. The moon rose slowly from the hills behind him and shone on the yellow land. After the autumn harvest, all the crops in the field were cleared, and the autumn sun began to shine. Every household spreads out the harvested crops such as rice, corn, sweet potatoes and peppers, and puts them in the yard or on wooden clothes racks to dry, which becomes a colorful autumn drying picture.

In late autumn, looking at the whole hometown, the trees are all autumn and the village is golden. Especially in the sky-blue autumn in October and the autumn in my hometown, it contains a different style. The colors of different shades set off each other and stretch freely in different postures, interweaving into a dazzling and shocking autumn beauty. Sunset, sunset melts gold, and the river winds away like a golden dragon. When the soft autumn wind blows through the fields, the fragrant autumn fragrance is refreshing and memorable. ...

Late autumn night is the quietest time in my hometown. The sound of insects has disappeared, and the cicadas have retreated. Only the moon hanging on the top of the kiln tirelessly radiates bright and clean light. At this time, the yellow land is sleeping, the river is sleeping, and naturally it is sleeping. In the long autumn night, autumn in my hometown is waiting for generate in the morning light. At dawn the next day, it was another golden autumn. At this time, the continuous red leaf forest on the gully is like a maze, surrounded by the yellow land in my hometown, like a rich oil painting, which is intoxicating.

Autumn in my hometown is the most beautiful scenery in my heart. From spitting green during the Spring Festival to snowing, the colors in autumn fascinate me the most. Riding on the wings of the weak autumn wind, I admire the mountains, rivers and terraces in my hometown. Autumn in this hometown, the Loess Plateau, is different from others and superior to others. On the vast autumn field, the scenery is infinitely golden. In autumn, the leaves are flying, gorgeous and enchanting.

I like autumn in my hometown and autumn in the Loess Plateau. Even if you look at the autumn in the north and south of the river, the autumn in your hometown is the most charming! This may be the knot I have forged with my hometown, and it is also the homesickness I can't solve.

In order to make a living, I am busy among the high-rise buildings in the city, and I can no longer pay attention to the water and soil there. It's another year's autumnal equinox and solar terms, and the figure of autumn in my hometown has crept into my heart quietly. In autumn in the distance, I can't help thinking of autumn in my hometown in the distance. ...

I stared at my hometown for too long and crossed the long county line. In the boundless autumn sky, I am looking for a pass to the past. My hometown is far from Qian Shan, but when I saw the majestic Luliang Mountain on TV, my heart surged and it was difficult to calm down for a long time. Although my hometown is far away from me, it is close at hand in my heart. I am a child coming out of a ravine, and my hometown blood still flows in my bones. No matter where I am, I deeply love my hometown folks and the golden autumn in my hometown!

At this time of the year, the autumn in my hometown, which is deeply buried in my heart, will inexplicably pour out from my heart, just like a torrent, reaching my heart at once. ...

Autumn in my hometown is picturesque; Autumn in my hometown is like a dream. Autumn in my hometown reminds me all the time. Like a stream flowing in my heart ... as long as my life is still running, it is there, always there!