Perhap autumn i the mot pleaant eaon of the year.
The weather i neither too hot nor too cold. It i the bet time for going on a trip.Lat Sunday we went to the countryide. There wa golden wheat all over the field/The field were covered with golden wheat. Large and colourful apple and pear were hanging on the tree. We could ee ome peaant were buy getting in the crop in the field， and other were picking fruit under the tree. All the baket were full of lovely fruit. It wa alo the fruit of the peaant‘ labour. “ No pain， no gain. ” What a magnificent/beautiful picture（it wa）！
It eemed a if we were wandering in a plendid/wonderful world.
I love autumn. I love the harvet time.