秋风吹,秋风吹,吹红了一棵棵枫树,吹来了稻谷淡淡的芬芳!我们到奶奶家去帮忙割稻子。到了稻田,远远望去,那一块块田地像是被染上了一层黄颜料的金色毯子,厚厚的,金灿灿的。一阵秋风吹来,稻浪滚滚,犹如金色的海洋。开始割稻子了。大人们拿着镰刀,踩入软塌塌的泥土里飞快地割着。他们一个个脑袋朝地,屁股朝天, Autumn wind blowing, autumn wind blowing, blowing a red maple tree, blowing a touch of rice fragrance! We went to the grandmother to help cut the rice. To the rice fields, from afar, that piece of land is like a yellow gold padded with a golden blanket, thick, golden. A burst of autumn wind blowing, paddy billowing, like a golden ocean. Start cutting rice. The adults took the sickle and cut them into the soft collapsed earth quickly. They one by one head, ass sky,