these days, her daughter
these days, her daughter isn't always yet 5 years vintage, and her diary has a chain ofGirl Qiu walked on the golden maple leaves gleaming in the sun, covered in the golden autumn frost reflected by the autumn chrysanthemum, pushing the golden billowing wheat waves in the field to stand on her post. Autumn is the season of dressing up with gold. Singing lively and cheerful songs, you push my squeezing stream, they are also tired after autumn comes, so they have to walk slowly. The wild chrysanthemum next to the stream sucked the crystal clear, clear and sweet water, stretched out, propped up the small ball-like flower bones, and then gradually stretched out the curly petals, spit out short wool-like stamens, and bloomed the golden With a smiling face, he leaned forward, slender and in full bloom. Facing the golden fireball-like sun, it spread out a few fat leaves, greedily absorbing the sun's radiant light. The maple trees by the creek are the companions who have accompanied the creek for decades. Now it is a towering tree, and it shakes off the colorful leaves, and the maple leaves dance in the air like a butterfly, but they will fall on the ground in a moment. Layer by layer, layer by layer, layer by layer, layer by layer, woven into a ground of colored gold, like a gold carpet with patterns on the ground, thick and colorful. Suddenly a cool autumn breeze blew, and the carpet was made into a golden robe of maple trees. There is also the nearby field. To the east of it is a whole piece of woods that are on fire, stained and sprinkled with gold. On the left are neatly arranged houses with red bricks and green tiles, and on the right is a farmers’ market. The bustling people came in and out, presenting a scene of busy and full of enthusiasm. Looking at the field again, the golden wheat raised his eyebrows, raised his chest, tilted his head back, waving his hands and making faces at us. Occasionally, a gust of wind rolls up waves of wheat, with golden charm and autumn brilliance, expressing autumn style vividly and vividly. In the botanical garden, the willow tree took off its green clothes and put on a yellow robe. The leaves of the plane tree turned yellow, and the leaves fell one after another, like dancing butterflies. The leaves of the maple tree are as red as fire, which is worthy of being "parking and sitting in the maple forest night, the frosty leaves are red in February flowers"! The pine trees are still green, bravely facing autumn. Where are the birds on the tree? They are flying north!Girl Qiu walked on the golden maple leaves gleaming in the sun, covered in the golden autumn frost reflected by the autumn chrysanthemum, pushing the golden billowing wheat waves in the field to stand on her post. Autumn is the season of dressing up with gold. Singing lively and cheerful songs, you push my squeezing stream, they are also tired after autumn comes, so they have to walk slowly. The wild chrysanthemum next to the stream sucked the crystal clear, clear and sweet water, stretched out, propped up the small ball-like flower bones, and then gradually stretched out the curly petals, spit out short wool-like stamens, and bloomed the golden With a smiling face, he leaned forward, slender and in full bloom. Facing the golden fireball-like sun, it spread out a few fat leaves, greedily absorbing the sun's radiant light. The maple trees by the creek are the companions who have accompanied the creek for decades. Now it is a towering tree, and it shakes off the colorful leaves, and the maple leaves dance in the air like a butterfly, but they will fall on the ground in a moment. Layer by layer, layer by layer, layer by layer, layer by layer, woven into a ground of colored gold, like a gold carpet with patterns on the ground, thick and colorful. Suddenly a cool autumn breeze blew, and the carpet was made into a golden robe of maple trees. There is also the nearby field. To the east of it is a whole piece of woods that are on fire, stained and sprinkled with gold. On the left are neatly arranged houses with red bricks and green tiles, and on the right is a farmers’ market. The bustling people came in and out, presenting a scene of busy and full of enthusiasm. Looking at the field again, the golden wheat raised his eyebrows, raised his chest, tilted his head back, waving his hands and making faces at us. Occasionally, a gust of wind rolls up waves of wheat, with golden charm and autumn brilliance, expressing autumn style vividly and vividly. In the botanical garden, the willow tree took off its green clothes and put on a yellow robe. The leaves of the plane tree turned yellow, and the leaves fell one after another, like dancing butterflies. The leaves of the maple tree are as red as fire, which is worthy of being "parking and sitting in the maple forest night, the frosty leaves are red in February flowers"! The pine trees are still green, bravely facing autumn. Where are the birds on the tree? They are flying north!
