介绍家乡秋天的英语作文有哪些？

参考一

   In the spring, everything become green, the grass come out, there are flowers everywhere.

   In the summer, it's very hot, you can hear birds chirping in the tree and frogs singing in the riverside.

   In the autumm, everything become yellow, the fruits are mature, and wheat is ripe, it's the harvest time.

   In the winter, it snows here. Everything is covered with whiteness.

   How beautifel my hometowm is! But I like winter the best.I can make a snowman and play outdoor. It is so exciting.

参考二

   It gradually turns cool. The sunlight is no longer so strong and the cicadas have stopped crying. The hot summer went by at last. The favorite season in the year is coming.

   Everywhere we can see the scene of bumper crops: on the fields is golden rice, on the trees are ripe fruits. The farmers faces are full of smiles. They are now expecting a good harvest through a summer's hard work. The autumn evening is especially beautiful.

   When the setting sun goes slowly down to the west, the sky over the mountains is covered with red rays of evening sunlight, which shines upon the blue sky and floating clouds, just as the maple leaves fall onto the sky.

   It is getting cool at dusk. The wind blows, the moonlight shines on the ground, the frogs croak and insects chirp in the fields. Such a situation will make you forget all the unhappy things in the daytime.

参考三

   I was born in Guangdong, the southernmost province in mainland China where in winter the temperature seldom falls be low 5C. For the past 19 years,I had never seen snow.I couldn't remenber from when I had been dreaming of seeing a real snow, and experiencing a bleak winter.

Before I entered the university,I had never expected the climate difference of Shanghai and Guangzhou. But as October came, the falling golden leaves and the chilly winds indicated that this winter would be cold.

   October walked away in the whisper of the falling leaves. Winter approached in November, and then December.

   The dazzling golden color already faded away, leaving only the bare branches sticking out into the frosty air. Grass that was once as thick as a fine cardigan carpet could no longer be found anywhere. What I saw were the slushy fields which were jade green in September.

   I considered it a great fortune to watch the sun, which was mild, jumping off the horizon and into those bare branches. Even on sunny days, the temperature was still low.

   The campus was left deserted and lifeless.

   Was this what I had been longing for? Could it be called a bleak winter? I thought I should feel satisfied. Shanghai is still in the south.I couldn't expect more. But there was still some thing in my mind, as it was only one step to my dream.I prayed every day for a snow.A slight one could be enough. Once again. God heard.

    I'11 never forget the morning of Christmas. On my way to the library,a white elf found its way into my coat. It took me more than a minute to realize what was happening. Believe it or not, it snowed. Suddenly I understood why God took all the signs of life away in winter. He must have been clearing up a stage for his spoiled kid snow, to show off. stage for his spoiled kid snow, to show off.

    Tears welled up in ny eyes, for my thankfulness to God and to the special, bleak winter.

参考四

   Home is always home, home of all is unique.

   It is the harvest season, golden rice has been cooked in the rice fields. Heavy rice straw lift head ears, and a gust of wind blowing, waves of golden rice waves..I immersed in joy. Oh, fall is golden. It's raining! The incessant rain was like a beautiful girl pour out of his own he art.I didn't escape, let rain embellish is my face. The rain has stopped,I looked up at a clou dless blue sky, blue while they are fresh. Oh, autumn is blue!

   Walk path in countryside, the road was full of snow-white wild chrysanthemum flower, sme ll, with dew fragrance. Although they have no chrysanthemum delicate and charming in th e park, but can't, because they get along with the soil. Oh, fall is white!

   Autumn comes, the tree began to the fallen leaves. Yellow leaves fall to the ground, slowly heap became a hill, on a journey to soft. Oh, autumn is yellow. The front is a vast grassland.

   The grass has withered and yellow, but in full bloom many beautiful but unknown wildflow ers, graceful, graceful.A large group of girls and boys who wore colourful clothes, wai toge ther, joyfully sing ah, jump ah!

    Ah,I see! In autumn, it is color, it have yellow, blue, white.. The rainbow is like a hot summ er day!I love my hometown of autumn!