秋天,我最喜欢的季节,一直都是。从小时候记事开始,父母与我就在为肚子而忙碌。冬储的地瓜吃完后,春天的玉米饼子便成了我最难下咽的主食。虽然春天处处花枝招展,但饥肠辘辘时,看什么都不那么赏心悦目。到了热情似火的夏天就好多了,各色酸甜苦辣的伏季果蔬都能暂时填充一下我那空荡荡的胃。但是,最令我企盼的还是秋天。母亲说,秋天是最大方的,是四季中最有灵的。当阵阵西风吹过,随着那些曾被我打过牙祭的知了朋友从枝头消逝,一棵棵树木的绿袍,也被金黄色的睡 Autumn, my favorite season, has always been. Since childhood, memoirs have been busy with parents and I. After the winter storage of sweet potatoes, the spring tortillas have become my hardest staple food. Although spring flowers everywhere, but when hungry, look nothing pleasing. To the passionate summer is much better, and all kinds of ups and downs of summer fruits and vegetables can temporarily fill my empty stomach. However, what I hope most is fall. Mother said that autumn is the most generous, is the most spiritual of the four seasons. When the westerly winds blow, with those who have been hit by my teeth had known friends disappeared from the branches, a green tree robe, also golden sleeping