wind blows

At the end of summer, when a gust of cool wind blows and people are quiet in the cool, the autumn girl comes to the world with a long dress.

The leaves slowly change into yellow coats, and when the wind blows, it dances and falls. Look, the ground is full of pieces, the children catch a few hidden, sit and talk for a few days, draw a few pictures. The wind blows the leaves, the leaves into the soil, "the red is not a heartless thing, turned into spring mud more protective flowers."

Look! The maple leaf passion up, they compete than their own red color, look out, like red glow, such as fire, in the land to burn heartily, sure enough, "frost leaves red flower in February." The wind blew a piece of red star, a red butterfly fell to the ground, for the earth covered with a layer of red quilt.

In autumn, there are golden and red leaves associated with the avenue, more that autumn flowers ------ chrysanthemum, blooming between heaven and earth. Some are golden, some are red, some are white like snow, and some are pink like clouds. They give off their own unique aroma and display their own unique beauty, which adorns the whole autumn. It is that "is not a flower in favor of chrysanthemum, this flower is even less flower."

"After the new rain in the empty mountains, the weather comes late in autumn." Autumn rain came with autumn, the rain fell a day, after the rain stopped, the air is particularly fresh, the sky is also very clear.

Autumn is a harvest season, pears are yellow, apples are red, dates are full. Everything is quiet in the joy of harvest, farmers laugh and bloom, keep busy, send the fruit to the world.

People are wrapping up the year and children are starting a new term. Autumn comes, the city seems very busy, very lively.

Autumn, some people say that it ended many lives, in fact, it is wrong, autumn will bury life in the bottom of my heart, to winter once, let them bloom again.

The fleeting fireworks, how addictive. But while still indulging in the splendor of the previous one, the beauty disappears from sight. It is regrettable, but it is cherished.

Light sky, out of a bright star; Fall night, shed a beautiful reverie.

The night is dotted with stars, it seems so quiet, the atmosphere is immersed in the beautiful melody...

The child under the night sky, lying quietly on the lawn. They look up at the vast sky, enjoy the beautiful fireworks, enjoy the cool breeze brought by the refreshing, listening to the worm singing, everything is so wonderful ah!

Here they pointed to the sky, whispering to each other; While looking at the sky there, looking at each other, laughing and playing, and sometimes marveling at the "flowers" blooming in the air, staring at it. The era of two little guesses, pure and beautiful, longing and unforgettable.

Continuous fireworks again and again gorgeous display in the horizon, and again and again row down in the sky. The joy of the child permeated the night, with the light of the flickering fireworks.

The passing of time, the swing of the hour hand, ended the fireworks pageant. The end of the fireworks, for the star-studded sky more profound silence.

After the fireworks, leaving a pity that can not touch, falling down the memories of the children, is happy, is beautiful, is happiness...

At the end of the song, the children all went home, leaving only this grass, this sky, this cool wind, such worm singing, but also left the shadow of the fireworks crossing the sky, leaving a pure, happy and happy childhood...