秋天，一個豐收的季節。下面是小編整理分享的秋天的世界英語作文，歡迎閱讀。希望對大家有所幫助！

　　Autumn dusk. Long time did not appreciate her love, deep and long. Autumn unique charm, and spring hegemony. Under ancient ink Chunhua Qiuchou month is sustenance. I prefer autumn.

　　With a heart to feel the pain, eyes flowers wither, Ice cool wind, rain and cold unfeeling.

　　But I am very happy. Open the windows, pulled out a perfect arc, slowly, and with the fall of the beat, opened his eyes.

　　In front of the scene almost no change. I saw, not the dream of confusing, do not dream of nada. Opened his eyes in an instant, I felt disillusioned fantasy and handover. Road, gray, for thousands of years do not seem to change; trees are maintained throughout Junzi, I never felt that warm, cars, sparse few, wandering.

　　However, autumn happens there. She tears it? Do you want people to bridge the depths of her soul scars? The people began to indulge, the rain fall soft atmosphere. All plants begin swaying, you can say looming. Wucaiche pavement like, a little bit of golden gradually spread all over the body it is the leaves! Roadside tree then play again in gold, like the sunset with lake reflection cross-hui India, car? All quiet, this is my autumn! Falling leaves no bleak fall, but fly into the air. Like butterfly ......

　　Suddenly, they feel cool skateboarding spread to nourish the body from the back of the hand. Ah, autumn, you let me love you in fantasy, but in truth you are tired.

　　When I looked around again, beheld a pot of chrysanthemum. Stroll vision for so long, finally I found my dream. Cluster, golden, burning in my mind.

　　Still the same tree, road, car. But I finally saw the autumn. Autumn rhyme is to get a taste of fantasy and realize it. Autumn in the life of fantasy, the fantasy autumn dissolved in the world.

　　深秋黃昏。好久沒領略過她的愛，深遠而綿長。秋獨具韻味，與春爭霸。古人筆墨下春華秋愁，月是寄托。我偏愛秋。

　　用傷痛的心來感受，眼前百花凋零，風冰冰涼涼，雨冷酷絕情。

　　可是我現在很快樂。打開窗戶，拉出完美的弧，緩緩地，和著秋的節拍，睜開雙眼。

　　眼前的景幾乎沒有任何變化。我看見的，不是夢境的撲朔迷離，沒有夢境的虛無縹緲。在張開眼的瞬間，我感到幻想與幻滅的交接。路，灰的，幾千年似乎都不改變；樹，自始至終都保持著軍姿，那溫暖我再沒感覺到，車，稀疏的幾輛，徘徘徊。

　　可是，秋雨偏偏出現了。是她流淚了嗎？她是否要彌合人們心靈深處的傷痕？整個人開始沉醉，淪陷在雨中柔和的氣氛。所有的花草開始搖曳，可以說若隱若現。路面象五彩池，一點一點的金黃逐漸鋪遍了它全身，是枯葉！然后路旁的樹又在揮金，像夕陽余暉與湖的倒影交相輝印，車呢？一切靜謐，這才是我的秋！枯葉并沒凄涼的墜落飄零，而是紛飛向空中。似枯葉蝶……

　　突然，涼涼滑滑的滋養的感覺從手背蔓延至全身。啊，秋雨，你讓我在幻想中愛你，又在真實中厭你。

　　當我再次放眼望去，瞅見一盆菊花。視野漫步如此之久，終于找到了我的夢。一簇，金黃，燃燒在我腦海。

　　依舊是不變的樹、路、車。但是我終于看見了秋。秋的韻是要幻想與悟才領略得到。生活中的秋處在幻想中里，幻想中的秋溶在世界中。