Hometown fall essay 600 words (Shaowu) with Jinan's winter write the same way

Autumn is not as spring as spring, not as summer's blazing sun, not as winter's snowflakes. But she also has her characteristics. In my hometown, her characteristics at a glance, and more local flavor.

Hometown of autumn, and does not fall leaves, not flowers, she came with thirty days of rain and cinnamon. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on a new one, and you'll be able to do it without any problems. It is only then that people realize that autumn has come, summer, has passed.

Autumn rain fell.

Autumn rain does not contain the vitality of the spring rain, no summer rain fierce sudden, and no winter rain cold and harsh. She came slowly and lightly. Fine, dense, like a silk thread. Falling, neither pattering, nor light and silent, rhythmic fall, giving people a sense of mild tranquility. Looking at the whole city, as if covered with a thin layer of cotton. On the quilt, colorful umbrellas dress up. The street, all the umbrella people, bustling, red and green, densely intertwined, forming a bright and unique scenery.

The rain stopped, people about like, take a sickle, carry a hoe, the whole family out. And the farmland, has long been a harvest scene. Autumn rain wet red pepper, green cucumber, watering purple eggplant, joyfully hanging on the branches, waiting for the master's pick. The most conspicuous is the golden rice paddies, golden overflow your eyes. When the wind rises, like layers of waves, a wave is not calm, a wave again. Dotted with these hard-working people, cutting rice, digging sweet potatoes, despite the beads of sweat on their faces, still smiling: "This year's grain is really full!" Another person took over: "Yes! This year's fall rains have been plentiful, and the sweet potatoes are growing big and good!" Another farmer's wife picking eggplants heard and nodded approvingly, "......"

The day passes like this, and no one goes home empty-handed. You carry a basket of corn, I carry a few cabbages, he carries a bag of rice. The setting sun, sprinkled on people's faces, smiles gilded with a layer of gold. Behind them is the gold-plated farmland, and under their feet is the road that smells like dirt. It is a picture of nature and simplicity.

In my hometown, autumn, people and land are inseparable. Times will change, but, hometown autumn, hometown people and hometown is never change, they are like a whole.

Hometown of autumn, like a gentle and sentimental little girl, smiling, walking.

Hometown of the fall, like a sunny and robust youth, happy, dry.

The hometown of the fall, like a loving and peaceful mother, care, protection.