有關秋天的英語作文：收穫的季節

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秋天英語作文：收穫的'季節

It is autumn. The sky is clem and cloudless. The summer heat is gone. The autumn wind brings us cool. At once the version comes to my mind, "Autumn is rich with fruit and grain. " Actually I see pomegranates red and round on the stall in the market and the pcars big, yellow and juicy. My mouth waters for them. The grains have been harvested, the rice, wheat and corn.

The laurel trees give off fragrance. The perfume makes its way stralght into my nose. The brlght red canna are standing behind rows of tall plane trees. I am waiting for their leaves to turn l can trample on the fallen leaves on both sides of the ground.

At times the autumn rain keeps falling silandy on the trees and flowers and the ground. It washes everything clean. When the sun comes out, the droplets shine bright on the yellow leaves.

What a beautiful painting! Autumn is the season for harvest no pains, no gains. I must study hard so that I can have a big harvest in all my subjects.

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秋天，已是秋天了，天空晴朗，萬里無雲,夏熱已逝，秋風送爽。我頓時想起秋天是收穫的季節。市場上已可見到紅紅的石榴和黃橙橙而又多汁的大梨，實在令人垂涎。此時，稻子、小麥和穀子等莊稼也已開鐮收割。

桂花吐香，芬芳撲鼻;在一排排高大的梧桐樹後是鮮紅的美人蕉。我在等待樹葉變黃，熱後踩着滿地的落葉。

有時，秋雨無聲地落到樹上、花上和地上。它洗滌一切。太陽出來時，晶瑩的水珠在黃色的樹葉上閃閃發亮。

一幅多麼美麗的油畫。秋天是收穫的季節。而不勞者將一無所獲。我要努力學習，以便所有的功課都獲得豐收。

關於秋天的英語詩歌1

Autumn Fires

by Robert Louis Stevenson

In the other gardens

And all up the vale,

From the autumn bonfires

See the smoke trail!

Pleasant summer over

And all the summer flowers,

The red fire blazes,

The grey smoke towers.

Sing a song of seasons!

Something bright in all!

Flowers in the summer,

Fires in the fall!

關於秋天的英語詩歌2

A Fall Song

by Ellen Robena Field

Golden and red trees

Nod to the soft breeze,

As it whispers, "Winter is near;"

And the brown nuts fall

At the wind's loud call,

For this is the Fall of the year.

Good-by, sweet flowers!

Through bright Summer hours

You have filled our hearts with cheer

We shall miss you so,

And yet you must go,

For this is the Fall of the year.

Now the days grow cold,

As the year grows old,

And the meadows are brown and sere;

Brave robin redbreast

Has gone from his nest,

For this is the Fall of the year.

I do softly pray

At the close of day,

That the little children, so dear,

May as purely grow

As the fleecy snow

That follows the Fall of the year.　　

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