仿佛银杏才刚从枝条的怀抱中苏醒，为春添一丝新绿，荷塘中的荷花便已用花裙迎接盛夏，又不久，阶前梧叶已秋声。四季轮回之中，我最爱秋季。
As if the ginkgo tree had just awakened from the embrace of its branches, adding a touch of fresh green to spring, the lotus flowers in the lotus pond had already welcomed summer with their floral skirts, and soon after, the sound of autumn had come from the leaves in front of the steps. In the cycle of four seasons, I love autumn the most.
我爱明艳动人的秋，秋容如阳。金秋九月，望岳麓，是层林尽染、漫江碧透；中秋八月，观银杏，是满树金黄、灿若骄阳。到了秋天，我常去小区的银杏树下摘白果。仰头一看，银杏树叶像镀上了一层阳光，金黄在叶片间洋溢。一个个熟透的白果藏匿在叶间。爬上树干，我拨开一片片叶子，摘下一颗白果，捧在手心里端详。有时，白果破了一个角，有些难闻的汁液流到我的手上。但我喜爱这气味，因为它是成熟、带有阳光气息的味道；我更爱那满树金黄，因为那是秋的容颜。( 作文网 wWW.zUowEnBA.neT )
I love the bright and charming autumn, autumn looks like the sun. In the golden September, looking at the foot of Yue Mountain, the forests are dyed and the rivers are blue and transparent; During the Mid Autumn Festival in August, when viewing ginkgo trees, they are covered in golden and radiant sunlight. In autumn, I often go to the ginkgo tree in the community to pick white fruits. Looking up, the leaves of the ginkgo tree seem to be coated with a layer of sunlight, with golden hues permeating between them. Ripe white fruits are hidden among the leaves. Climbing up the tree trunk, I spread apart the leaves one by one, picked a white fruit, and held it in my palm to examine. Sometimes, the white fruit breaks a corner and some unpleasant juice flows into my hand. But I love this scent because it's a mature, sunny scent; I love the golden trees even more, because they are the face of autumn.
我爱欢声笑语的秋，秋声如歌。“自古逢秋悲寂寥，我言秋日胜春朝”。在秋天，可以听到很多别的季节听不到的声音。九月，我走在开学的人群中，听着好久不见的朋友们谈笑风生，听着沉寂的校园又响起了熟悉的铃声，内心充满了一种亲切的快乐。十月，小区里飘满落叶，脚踩下去，簌簌作响，那是秋天写给大地的乐谱。一群小朋友最先发现了这个秘密，兴奋地往地上踩呀跳呀，宛若乐谱上一串灵动的音符。伴着这些笑声入梦，我也笑了。在梦里，我听到了秋的声音，如歌声般好听。
I love the joyful and cheerful autumn, the sound of autumn is like a song. “ Since ancient times, autumn has been melancholic and lonely. I say that autumn is better than spring;. In autumn, you can hear many sounds that other seasons cannot hear. In September, I walked among the crowds of students starting school, listening to my long lost friends chatting and laughing, and hearing the familiar bell ringing in the quiet campus. My heart was filled with a kind of warm happiness. In October, the community is filled with fallen leaves, stepping on them makes a rustling sound, which is a music score written for the earth in autumn. A group of children were the first to discover this secret, excitedly stepping and jumping on the ground, like a string of lively notes on a musical score. Accompanied by these laughter in my dreams, I also laughed. In my dream, I heard the sound of autumn, as beautiful as a song.
我爱静默不语的秋，秋心如镜。秋有生机，也有消逝。但这正是秋最美之处。无边落木萧萧下，秋叶纷纷落在土壤之上，沉寂无声地腐烂消融，成为哺育大树的养分。泰戈尔曾说：“生如夏花之绚烂，死如秋叶之静默。”秋心如静，面对死亡与消失，她竟如此平静；秋心亦如镜，在她面前，我们揽镜自照，反躬自省，面对终究会到来的消亡与失去，你能给这个世界留下什么？
I love the silent autumn, the autumn heart is like a mirror. Autumn has both vitality and disappearance. But this is precisely the most beautiful aspect of autumn. Endless falling trees rustle, autumn leaves fall on the soil one after another, silently rotting and melting, becoming the nutrients that nourish the big tree. Tagore once said, "; Life is as brilliant as summer flowers, and death is as silent as autumn leaves. ” Autumn's heart is calm, facing death and disappearance, yet she remains so calm; Autumn heart is like a mirror. In front of her, we embrace the mirror and reflect on ourselves. Faced with the inevitable extinction and loss, what can you leave for this world?
我爱秋。别人爱秋的声色撩人；而我，爱她的灵魂。
I love autumn. The seductive sound of others' love for autumn; And I, love her soul.