我爱秋,不只爱它令人赞美的硕果,不只爱它奉献一生的落叶,我还爱它令人神往的神韵。没有春的缠绵、夏的狂熟、冬的冷漠,你如原野上时而··奔跑跳跃、时而··戛然而止的骏马,犹如饱经沧桑、豁达开朗的将军,犹如从容飘逸、划过夜空的流星……秋天是清爽的。头上是高阔的天空,蓝蓝的不杂一丝云彩;脚下是平坦的大地,处处有成熟的金黄、恬静的小街道。风中飘洒黄叶的飒飒 I love autumn, not only love its praiseworthy fruit, not only love it devoted life leaves, I still love its fascinating charm. No spring lingering, summer ripe, wintry indifference, when you are like the wilderness and sometimes run jumping, and sometimes the abrupt end of the horse, like the vicissitudes of life, open-minded generals, as calm and elegant, ... autumn is refreshing. Head is a tall sky, the blue is not a trace of clouds; feet are flat land, everywhere mature golden, quiet small street. Wind blowing yellow leaves rustle