有的人喜歡萬物復蘇的春天，有的人喜歡夏日炎炎的夏天，還有人喜歡冰天雪地的冬天，而我卻喜歡碩果累累的秋天。

　　Some people like the spring when everything recovers, some people like the summer when it's hot, and some people like the winter when it's snowy, while I like the autumn when it's fruitful.

　　晴天里，每一個小孩跑出來，感受大地的懷抱，躺在地上，猶如躺在那金黃色的地毯上。我們在人群中奔跑，在大樹后面躲貓貓。風爺爺呼呼地吹過楓葉弟弟的身邊，嚇得楓葉直往下掉，楓葉弟弟跑過了馬路，飄過了湖水，穿過了人群，也始終沒能逃過我的手掌。

　　On a sunny day, every child runs out, feels the embrace of the earth, and lies on the ground as if on the golden carpet. We ran in the crowd, hiding behind the big trees. Grandpa Feng whistled past brother maple leaf, which made him fall down. Brother maple leaf ran across the road, across the lake, across the crowd, and never escaped my hand.

　　下雨時，小孩們被“囚禁”在屋里，人們不在往街上行走，而是紛紛躲在家里睡大覺，人來人往的大街變得很冷清了。而楓葉弟弟則被雨滴打得哇哇大哭，有的被打落了，有的被環衛工人掃去垃圾車里。

　　When it rained, the children were "imprisoned" in the house. People were not walking on the street, but hiding at home and sleeping. The street where people came and went became very cold. And maple leaf brother was hit by raindrops, some were knocked down, some were swept away by sanitation workers in garbage trucks.

　　陰天里，風爺爺使勁地跑呀跑，老天爺也沉著臉，就好似世界末日已經到來似的。小草彎著腰，無精打采的，花兒也低下了頭，可是，那些頑皮的孩子早已出來玩了，只有那些堅強的戰士在那里站崗。

　　In the cloudy day, Grandpa Feng ran and ran hard, and the God was calm, as if the end of the world had come. The grass bent, listless, and the flowers lowered their heads, but the naughty children had already come out to play, only the strong soldiers stood guard there.

　　秋天，是一個美麗的季節，秋天，是一個豐收的季節，果實累累，農民伯伯正在熱火朝天的忙著收割，汗流浹背。但是豐收的喜悅使他們忘記了勞累。

　　Autumn, is a beautiful season, autumn, is a harvest season, fruits, farmers are busy harvesting, sweating. But the joy of the harvest made them forget their tiredness.

　　秋天絢麗多彩，層林盡染；秋天瓜果飄香、五谷豐登；秋天大雁南飛，山河壯麗。啊！秋天，你無可替代。

　　In autumn, it is gorgeous and colorful, with layers of trees dyed; in autumn, fruits and fruits are fragrant and grains are plentiful; in autumn, wild geese fly south and mountains and rivers are magnificent. Ah! Autumn, you are irreplaceable.