秋天,挥舞着黄色和红色的画笔,在风里雨里悄悄而来。她把金色和紫色掺杂在依然鲜明的最后的绿色里,画出了一幅五彩斑斓的世界。秋天,无论是秋色、秋香、秋声、秋光,她的色调是那么明朗而华丽。尤其是象瓷器般蔚蓝明洁的天空,和那红的透亮的大地,使人感到是那么热烈而温馨。我喜欢春天欣欣向荣的翠绿,更喜欢秋天火红的色调。此刻,我好象在一张洁白的宣纸上,随意涂抹着各种灿烂的色彩,恣意驰聘我的想象,倾泻我的深情。 Autumn, waving yellow and red brush, quietly in the wind and rain. Doping gold and purple in the still vivid final green, she painted a colorful world. Autumn, whether autumn, autumn fragrance, autumn sound, autumn light, her tone is so bright and gorgeous. Especially the blue and clean sky like porcelain, and the translucent red earth, people feel so warm and warm. I like the thriving green of spring, I prefer the fiery autumn colors. At the moment, I seem to be on a piece of white rice paper, free to smear a variety of splendid colors, arbitrarily hire my imagination, pour my affection.