农村秋天的美景 改写后：
farm fall beauties
in my rural home, the fall colors are vividly painted on the walls and ceilings.
the air is thick with the scent of pine and apple, the sense of time passes quickly as I step through the gate.
in spring, the garden is vibrant—yellow flowers dance, the grass grows like a carpet of life, and birds chirp softly in the breeze.
in summer, the village transforms into a garden:
the sky becomes a rainbow, the trees are glistening with dewy leaves, the air hums with the rustle of insects, and the distant call of a frog echoes through the quiet streets.
in autumn, the village loses its summer charm:
the ground is soft, the soil sags, and the trees die in death as the wind blows their fuzzy leaves away.
and winter brings another phase of fall:
the sky is white, snowflakes fall like raindrops, the trees are bare except for the branches that have fallen away.
when i look at my village today, i realize how different it can be:
a bustling garden during the day, a cozy garden in the evening, and a quiet village at night.
the fall colors are here to stay—a testament to what life has done when time runs thin.
