秋天的美是成熟的它不像春那么羞涩，夏那么坦露，冬那么内向。Autumn is mature it is not so shy the spring and summer is so open, so to winter.
秋后的后半夜。月亮下去了，太阳还没有出，只剩下一片乌蓝的天；除了夜游的东西，什么都睡着。After the autumn night. The moon is down, the sun is not, only a piece of Ulam day; in addition to night things, what are sleeping.
小草黄了，树叶黄了，我听见风踩在树叶上沙沙地响。Grass yellow, yellow leaves, I heard the wind on the leaves rustle.
秋是安静的，在这个季节可以静下心来品味生活的每一段。Autumn is quiet, in this season you can calm down to taste the life of each section.
秋天，在一场紧张的收割之后，转眼间一切都褪了颜色，一望无垠的土地苍黄地裸露着。Autumn, in a tense after harvest, suddenly everything faded, boundless land pale yellow bare.
秋天到了，果子熟了。黄澄澄的是梨，红通通的是苹果，亮晶晶的是葡萄。Autumn is coming, the fruit is ripe. The pears, red apple, sparkling grape.
秋光绚丽，金风送爽，如海的高粱举起火把，无边的大豆摇响铜铃。The gorgeous autumn light, cool breeze, such as the torch raised sorghum, soybeans endless ringing bells.
秋风，凉丝丝的，吹拂着花草树木，好像一位温情的母亲正轻轻地哼着催眠曲把自己的子女送进甜蜜的梦乡。The autumn wind, cool breeze, flowers and trees, like a loving mother is humming a lullaby to put their children into the sweet dreams.
走进秋天，凝望那一泓碧水，山云树，会重叠了你的身影。Into the fall, staring at a blue, Yama Buki, will overlap your figure.
秋草有情，径自凋敝；黄花无意，引领南山远眺。阡陌相交，炊烟袅袅，那是秋天里写不尽的诗情。The autumn grass love, was depressed; Huanghua unintentionally, overlooking the leading mountain. Intersect, smoke curl, it is written endless autumn poetry.
秋是喧闹的，也只有在这个季节才能尽情地品尝每一份收获的喜悦。Autumn is noisy, and only in this season to enjoy the joy of each harvest.
秋天虽然不像冬天有洁白的衣服，可是它那桔黄色的衣服也不错呀！而且比冬天的那件白色衣服暖和多了。The autumn winter although unlike the white clothes, but its orange clothes! And it’s much warmer than the white one in the winter.
秋天带着一身金黄，迈着轻盈的脚步，悄悄地来到了人间。Autumn with a golden yellow, with a light footsteps, quietly came to the world.
秋天是收获的季节。大豆、玉米、高梁都成熟了，累得弯了腰。Autumn is the harvest season. Soybean, corn and sorghum are mature, tired and bent.
秋天你的到来，给人们带来了长年的欢笑，我多么希望你能多停留些日子，让我们之间的友谊更加深厚！Your arrival in the fall, to bring people a long time of laughter, I wish you could stay more days, so that the friendship between us more profound!
金黄色的叶子，像一只只美丽的蝴蝶在空中飞来飞去。Golden leaves, like a beautiful butterfly flying in the sky.
瑟瑟西风满院栽蕊寒香冷蝶难来它年我欲为青帝报与桃花一处开。The howling westerly full house plant Rui Han Xiang cold butterflies difficult to I want it to open a newspaper and peach qingdi.
公园里，一簇簇的花，有白的、红的，大大小小，色彩斑斓。我俯下身子，向花丛闻了闻，一股清香顿时沁入心脾。In the park, clusters of flowers, white, red, large and small, colorful. I bent down to the flowers smell a scent suddenly refreshing.
每当这秋天漫步走来，河边、路旁到处布满掉落着的枫叶。红红的枫叶林在秋风的抚摸下，红得更鲜艳，更惹人喜爱了。Every time this autumn walk, the river, the road is covered with fallen leaves. Red maple leaf forest in the autumn of the touch, the more colorful, more popular.
深秋，树叶枯黄了，纷纷扬扬地落在地上，像铺上了一层黄地毯，惟有鸡冠花不忍谢去，颇有独立寒秋的味道。In autumn, the leaves have turned yellow, drifting profusely and disorderly falling on the ground, like a layer of yellow carpet, only to go to Xie cockscomb, an independent cold autumn taste.