导语：春种秋收，秋天是个收成的季节，下面是yuwenmi小编为大家整理的优秀英语作文，欢迎阅读与借鉴，谢谢!
秋天英语作文：收获的季节
It is autumn. The sky is clem and cloudless. The summer heat is gone. The autumn wind brings us cool. At once the version comes to my mind, "Autumn is rich with fruit and grain. " Actually I see pomegranates red and round on the stall in the market and the pcars big, yellow and juicy. My mouth waters for them. The grains have been harvested, the rice, wheat and corn.
The laurel trees give off fragrance. The perfume makes its way stralght into my nose. The brlght red canna are standing behind rows of tall plane trees. I am waiting for their leaves to turn yellow.Then l can trample on the fallen leaves on both sides of the ground.
At times the autumn rain keeps falling silandy on the trees and flowers and the ground. It washes everything clean. When the sun comes out, the droplets shine bright on the yellow leaves.
What a beautiful painting! Autumn is the season for harvest no pains, no gains. I must study hard so that I can have a big harvest in all my subjects.
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秋天，已是秋天了，天空晴朗，万里无云,夏热已逝，秋风送爽。我顿时想起秋天是收获的季节。市场上已可见到红红的石榴和黄橙橙而又多汁的大梨，实在令人垂涎。此时，稻子、小麦和谷子等庄稼也已开镰收割。
桂花吐香，芬芳扑鼻;在一排排高大的梧桐树后是鲜红的`美人蕉。我在等待树叶变黄，热后踩着满地的落叶。
有时，秋雨无声地落到树上、花上和地上。它洗涤一切。太阳出来时，晶莹的水珠在黄色的树叶上闪闪发亮。
一幅多么美丽的油画。秋天是收获的季节。而不劳者将一无所获。我要努力学习，以便所有的功课都获得丰收。
关于秋天的英语诗歌1
Autumn Fires
by Robert Louis Stevenson
In the other gardens
And all up the vale,
From the autumn bonfires
See the smoke trail!
Pleasant summer over
And all the summer flowers,
The red fire blazes,
The grey smoke towers.
Sing a song of seasons!
Something bright in all!
Flowers in the summer,
Fires in the fall!
关于秋天的英语诗歌2
A Fall Song
by Ellen Robena Field
Golden and red trees
Nod to the soft breeze,
As it whispers, "Winter is near;"
And the brown nuts fall
At the wind's loud call,
For this is the Fall of the year.
Good-by, sweet flowers!
Through bright Summer hours
You have filled our hearts with cheer
We shall miss you so,
And yet you must go,
For this is the Fall of the year.
Now the days grow cold,
As the year grows old,
And the meadows are brown and sere;
Brave robin redbreast
Has gone from his nest,
For this is the Fall of the year.
I do softly pray
At the close of day,
That the little children, so dear,
May as purely grow
As the fleecy snow
That follows the Fall of the year.