Prhaps autumn is th most plasant sason of th yar. Th wathr is nithr too hot nor too cold. It is th bst tim for going on a trip.
Last Sunday w wnt to th countrysid. Thr was goldn what all ovr th filds/Th filds wr covrd with goldn what. Larg and colourful appls and pars wr hanging on th trs. W could s som pasants wr busy gtting in th crops in th filds， and othrs wr picking fruits undr th trs. All th baskts wr full of lovly fruits. It was also th fruit of th pasants＇ labour. No pains， no gains. What a magnificnt/bautiful pictur（it was）！ It smd as if w wr wandring in a splndid/wondrful world.
I lov autumn. I lov th harvst tim.
