每到金秋时节，山上的枫叶把整个山染得通红，一片丹霞一望无际，美不甚收。。如同焰火般的斑斓色彩将这里映照得格外明丽动。不禁起了杜牧的诗句：“停车坐爱枫林晚，霜叶红于二月花。”
Every autumn, the maple leaves on the mountain dye the whole mountain red, a Danxia endless, not very beautiful.. The beautiful colors, like fireworks, make this place particularly vivid. Can't help but start Du Mu's poem: "stop to sit in the maple forest late, frost leaves red flowers in February."
我无聊的在一片树林里玩耍，突然一阵秋风吹来，几张鲜艳无比的小红脸儿随风飘落下来，慢慢的，摆几下，再翻几个跟头，非常美丽，犹如一只只红蝴蝶在繁密的枫树林中追逐着，嬉戏着，快乐地飞舞着。一片一片树叶从树上掉下来。飘飘洒洒天空好像下起红色的雨，红的像火。 落在我的肩上、头上。弯腰捡起一片，仔细端详，想起了加拿大国家的国旗标志。闻了闻，香味扑鼻而来沁人心脾。一阵风吹来，手中的枫叶飘向天空，我便追着那片枫叶跑，渐渐地来到一片草地上，看见许多小草无精打采地低着脑袋。才知道原来是秋天到了，但是这个季节却是枫叶最美的季节。
I am bored playing in a forest, suddenly a gust of autumn wind blows, a few bright and incomparable little red faces fall down with the wind, slowly, put a few times, then turn a few somersaults, it is very beautiful, like a red butterfly chasing, playing and dancing in the dense maple forest. Leaves fell from the tree. Floating in the sky like a red rain, red like fire. Fall on my shoulder and head. Stooping to pick up a piece, looking carefully, I think of the national flag of Canada. The **ell is refreshing. A gust of wind blows, the maple leaves in my hand float to the sky, I will run after that maple leaf, and gradually come to a grassland, see many grass listlessly low head. I know it's autumn, but this season is the most beautiful season for maple leaves.