秋天,马路两旁的行道树开满了细细的黄花,与桂花差不多大小,只是没有羞涩地躲在绿叶丛中,而是一大串一大串骄傲地开着。嫩黄嫩黄的花朵高高地挂在枝头,热热闹闹地聚在一起,远远望去,高大的行道树是绿油油的,树枝头却是一抹抹明亮的黄。一棵树,由绿而黄,真美丽,令人不由得驻足观赏。风儿吹,黄花飘。小黄花纷纷落下,细细碎碎的,给人行道铺上了一块明黄的地毯。清洁工阿姨也被它们的美丽所打动,她让花儿静静地铺在地上,舍不得扫去。看,我的脚下是一块多么美丽的地毯啊!现在,黄花变成了一簇簇“大红花”。我仔细观察,发现“红花”不是 In autumn, the trees on both sides of the road are full of fine yellow flowers, almost the size of sweet-scented osmanthus, but are not shyly hiding in the green leaves, but they are proudly open with a long string of strings. Yellow and yellow flowers hanging high in the branches, bustling together, from afar, tall tree trees are green, the branches are a touch of wipe bright yellow. A tree, from green to yellow, really beautiful, it is tempting to stop to watch. Wind blowing, floating yellow flowers. Small yellow flowers have fallen, broken and broken, to the sidewalk covered with a bright yellow carpet. Cleansing Aunt also touched by their beauty, she quietly laid flowers on the ground, reluctant to sweep. Look, how beautiful is my carpet? Now, the yellow flower has become a cluster of “red flowers.” I carefully observed and found that “saffron” is not