秋天到了,万物凋零,树儿换上了黄衣服,连往日活泼的小草也显得无精打采,无奈地摇着头。一切好像都陷入沉思。可是,松树却仍是精神抖擞,亭亭向上。松树不管是烈日炎炎的夏天,还是寒风瑟瑟的冬天,它都是青翠欲滴。远看,它就像绿色的彩云,变换着造型;像层层绿浪,似片片翠玉;又像英勇顽强的战士,永不向敌人屈服,宁死保卫祖国。它更像一个巨人耸立着,把寒风挡住,与严寒进行殊死的拼搏。走近一看,它有一个粗壮的主干,直上青天,凌空展开它的绿臂,像是和狂风乌云争夺天日,又像是和清风白云嬉戏逗乐。树枝上长满了松叶,像一个小巧玲珑的绒球,精致 Autumn is coming, all things are withered, the tree is put on yellow clothes, even the lively grass also listlessly, shaking his head helplessly. Everything seems to be lost in thought. However, the pine is still full of energy, pavilion up. Whether it is the hot summer scorching sun, or the winter cold wind, it is verdant. From afar, it is like a green cloud, changing shape; like layers of green waves, like a piece of jade; like brave tenacious soldiers, never give in to the enemy, rather die to defend the motherland. It is more like a giant standing, blocking the cold, desperate struggle with the cold. Closer look, it has a sturdy trunk, straight on the sky, volley expand its green arm, like the battle for the sun and the wind and clouds, but also like playful amusement and breeze clouds. Branches covered with pine leaves, like a small pompoms, delicate