The orchard covered with heavy fruit, bursts of fragrance, gladdening the heart and refreshing the mind. Under the tree, there stood a group of small friends who helped farmers to pick their fruit. Their sweat was wet through their clothes, but they were still working hard. Looking at the fruit of a box of another box, the farmers uncle smiles with his mouth. Their laughter and cheers were constantly heard in the orchard. You see, pear hung on the anches, like a cute small gourd; red apple fragrance, like a smiling face smiling at me, a bite, juice has been sweet to the heart. Look, that glittering and translucent grape is like a purple crystal light! One or two, three or four, five or six, seven-dazzling.

In autumn, the fruit is ripe. Litchi Pi Honghong, open a look inside the skin, white meat, like a pearl, then ripped the flesh, there is a small nuclear; longan round, really like the dragons eyes, no wonder people called it the longan; yellow and yellow, like a sea of yellow banana; curved. Like the moon; orange meat that tastes like sand, sweet like sugar, it is orange, together is not "Shatangju"? Persimmon hanging in the anch, really like a lantern...

The fruit of the autumn orchard is fragrant. The grape vine is full of grapes, and the grapes are purple, white, green and red. In the light of the sun, these grapes are colorful and magnificent, really like the crystal clear agate. Persimmon tree is full of persimmons, like a fluorescent lantern is really beautiful! There are golden pear like a gold ingot, and like a gourd. The most interesting thing is to count the apples, the apples you squeeze me, like a group of children to play games together. There are two apples sitting on the leaves seemed to whisper, there is a hidden in apple leaves, like playing hide and seek? Suddenly, there was a gust of wind and some apples fell off the tree. I thought: if Newton was sitting under a tree, it would be a bag full of smashing heads. The girl who was picking fruit saw the scene of this bumper harvest. Her face showed a sweet look. She thought that all these delicious fruits were all worked hard by the farmers uncle, and I told myself to cherish the grain. When I left the orchard of unable to part with admiration, it will never change.