秋日的阳光黄灿灿的,那是收获的颜色,成熟色。经过一年辛勤耕耘的兵团广大农工,喜乐的脸膛泛着赧红,把收获的稻谷铺上了晒场,张扬着他们的累累硕果,将幸福昭示在熙熙攘攘的车流中,于是大地也在滚滚车轮中笑出了声。对于都市里握笔杆子的墨客来说,他们欢喜春,喜欢春天的妩媚、娇柔,喜欢春天蕴蓄着的盎然生机。然而农民兄弟更喜乐秋,因为春日里他们劳作,夏日里他们劳作,汗珠子滴在地上摔八瓣,无暇兼顾向日葵或油菜花的烂漫;而只有到了秋天,他们采摘棉花,他们抡起 Yellow autumn sun, it is harvested color, mature color. After a year of hardworking corps majority of agricultural workers, gleeful face glowing red, the harvest of the rice spread out on the drying field, publicize their rich fruits, the happiness of the flow of traffic in the bustling, so the earth is also rolling the wheel Laugh in the sound. For the city to hold the pen in the ink, they rejoice in the spring, like the charming spring, delicate, like the spring full of vitality. However, the peasant brothers are even more happy and fall because they work on the spring day and work on the summer day. The sweat drops fall eight on the ground and they have no time to take care of the sunflowers or the rape blossoms. Only in the fall, they pick cotton and they rise