初中1年级 - 记叙文 - 写景 阅读指导

　　I love autumn, love autumn fertile land, Love the autumn orchard; The mystery of love autumn leaves. Autumn orchard fruits, autumn fields full of vitality, autumn leaves mysterious beauty.
　　And yellow leaves of autumn leaves than any other season we, as the saying goes: "a leaf falls is autumn", when the first leaf fall, autumn is coming.
　　It is a autumn, maple leaf as only a little hand, so lovely. Each finger is drop shaped. In each of the root pinkie finger pointed head has a small gear, like a piece of small nails. In my hand there are clearly visible lines, a a crisscross. Just enter the autumn maple leaf is not yet fiery red realm, appearing in the orange is green. That color is like clouds dream mystery. Walking in the crooked road, big chunks of maple bending the waist, open wide crown, in waved to us, say hello. I raised my head, hand and pick a strain maple. A: wow! Good beauty! It is like a flower, never fade, like a fan, PingPingZhanZhan. A gust of wind blowing, several maple leaf drop around the tree, their mother in the dance, and a side n oise that "the sand rustles" n oise that "the sand rustles" the voice, they said: "mother, mother when we can return to home? The tree mother reluctantly shook his head. Walking in the road is full of fallen leaves, foot down "sasha vujacic" sound formed a wonderful symphony… I quietly listen to pat and leaves the sound, close your eyes and mind in infinite daydream in the beautiful scenery…
　　Autumn leaves happy dance, sweeps the leaves had light in the earth, for the new fragrance, I'd like to change into an autumn leaf, go light, but beauty let a person enchanted…