Mid-autumn festival simple handwritten newspaper

Autumn is one of the four seasons. Traditionally, China takes "beginning of autumn" in 24 solar terms as the starting point of autumn. Entering autumn means that rainfall and humidity tend to decrease or decrease, and everything in nature begins to mature from lush. At present, the four seasons are usually divided according to the average temperature of modern scholar Zhang Baokun. The index is that the average temperature is below 10℃ in winter, above 22℃ in summer, and 10~22℃ in spring or autumn.

Autumn is a season of alternating hot and cold. Early autumn is still in the heat, but it hasn't come out yet. This is the hottest, wettest and sultry period of the year. After late autumn, it is sunny during the day, cool and dry at night, with large temperature difference between morning and evening, less rain and insufficient water. Therefore, autumn dryness has become the main feature of late autumn.

Beautiful sentences describing autumn:

1, Qiuyu, there is a box of colorful pigments. Look, she gave the yellow to Ginkgo biloba ... Yellow leaf fan, like a small fan, fanned away the summer heat; She gave maple red ... red maple leaves fluttered, fluttered, like stamps, and autumn clothes came by post. Gold is the color of the field. Look, the field is like a golden ocean. Orange is the color of fruit trees. Listen, oranges and persimmons are squeezed and touched, and people are asked to pick them! There are all kinds of colors, all for the chrysanthemum fairy. Beautiful chrysanthemums nod in the autumn rain.

Autumn has come quietly, and the leaves have a yellow taste. It's not that hot during the day. Looking out of the window, the sunshine is golden, as if telling that this is a harvest season. The cool breeze wafts into the window, which is very comfortable and makes my thoughts drift away. Autumn is coming, the harvest of crops and the golden sunshine are beautiful.

A bright moon climbed into the sky. A cloud, a moon, a sky, it's beautiful. Obscure, sweet and quiet. The autumn wind has gone and come again. Time flies. A person's life is short, with a hurried pace and a hurried mood. Slow down, listen to the songs of the wind and see the beauty of nature. Standing in the autumn wind, looking at the vast land, looking at the vast sky and enjoying the endless sea. Write a song of praise and give it a beautiful melody. Plain is true, running water is love.