有的人喜欢万物复苏的春天，有的人喜欢夏日炎炎的夏天，还有人喜欢冰天雪地的冬天，而我却喜欢硕果累累的秋天。
Some people like the spring when everything recovers, some people like the summer when it's hot, and some people like the winter when it's snowy, while I like the autumn when it's fruitful.
晴天里，每一个小孩跑出来，感受大地的怀抱，躺在地上，犹如躺在那金黄色的地毯上。我们在人群中奔跑，在大树后面躲猫猫。风爷爷呼呼地吹过枫叶弟弟的身边，吓得枫叶直往下掉，枫叶弟弟跑过了马路，飘过了湖水，穿过了人群，也始终没能逃过我的手掌。
On a sunny day, every child runs out, feels the embrace of the earth, and lies on the ground as if on the golden carpet. We ran in the crowd, hiding behind the big trees. Grandpa Feng whistled past brother maple leaf, which made him fall down. Brother maple leaf ran across the road, across the lake, across the crowd, and never escaped my hand.
下雨时，小孩们被“囚禁”在屋里，人们不在往街上行走，而是纷纷躲在家里睡大觉，人来人往的大街变得很冷清了。而枫叶弟弟则被雨滴打得哇哇大哭，有的被打落了，有的被环卫工人扫去垃圾车里。
When it rained, the children were "imprisoned" in the house. People were not walking on the street, but hiding at home and sleeping. The street where people came and went became very cold. And maple leaf brother was hit by raindrops, some were knocked down, some were swept away by sanitation workers in garbage trucks.
阴天里，风爷爷使劲地跑呀跑，老天爷也沉着脸，就好似世界末日已经到来似的。小草弯着腰，无精打采的，花儿也低下了头，可是，那些顽皮的孩子早已出来玩了，只有那些坚强的战士在那里站岗。
In the cloudy day, Grandpa Feng ran and ran hard, and the God was calm, as if the end of the world had come. The grass bent, listless, and the flowers lowered their heads, but the naughty children had already come out to play, only the strong soldiers stood guard there.
秋天，是一个美丽的季节，秋天，是一个丰收的季节，果实累累，农民伯伯正在热火朝天的忙着收割，汗流浃背。但是丰收的喜悦使他们忘记了劳累。
Autumn, is a beautiful season, autumn, is a harvest season, fruits, farmers are busy harvesting, sweating. But the joy of the harvest made them forget their tiredness.
秋天绚丽多彩，层林尽染；秋天瓜果飘香、五谷丰登；秋天大雁南飞，山河壮丽。啊！秋天，你无可替代。
In autumn, it is gorgeous and colorful, with layers of trees dyed; in autumn, fruits and fruits are fragrant and grains are plentiful; in autumn, wild geese fly south and mountains and rivers are magnificent. Ah! Autumn, you are irreplaceable.