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比起春天繁花似锦的公园,夏天繁茂浓郁的庄稼,冬天银装素裹的大地,我还是更爱秋天的田野,它就像一幅美丽的画卷。金秋十月,田野里的庄稼都成熟了。金黄的稻子,个个沉甸甸的,一棵棵都弯下了腰,仿佛在向辛劳的农民伯伯们鞠躬敬礼呢。从远处看,就好像秋姑娘为田野铺上了一层金色的地毯,美丽极了。一阵风吹过,稻田里掀起了一排排金色的波浪,真是壮观啊!火红的高粱也不甘落后,举起了一杆杆红樱枪,看起来显得特别威风。瞧,它们个个得意地把脸笑得通红。雪白的棉花开
Compared to the blossoming spring park, the lush summer crops, the silver-clad winter land, I still prefer the autumn fields. It is like a beautiful picture scroll. Autumn October, the fields of crops are ripe. Golden rice, all heavy, all trees have bent over the waist, as if to bow to the hard-working peasant uncles it yet. From a distance, it looks as if the autumn girl has a golden carpet on the field, beautiful. A gust of wind blowing over the rice fields set off a row of golden waves, really spectacular ah! Wicked sorghum not far behind, raised a pole red cherry gun, looks particularly prestigious. Look, they smiled face red. White cotton open