REVIEW September draft memo has not paved, students on the road.Autumn, a glowing red scarf, floating from Green Hall Vacherie came out, then twos in the key-like stone on the road, make up one after another chord.    An article a year, September is a nexus paragraph.  Whenever the East Fangyu Xiao, cicada elm forest, always wake up singing a cool night.  Yesterday, night blooming cereus, have been “scattered into the mud grind to dust”, and that only late jasmine, in a cozy country where a “incense before”.  Out of the garret, a few Chu Yan dancing in the breeze.Through gentle mist, Chu Yan whisper symbolizes the beginning of a new life.  Outang, the red and white lotus, fight fight Yan Yan, nature September to add a youthful atmosphere.That a branch of lotus slim arrows, bud, lotus leaf, surrounded by a piece of, really, “lightness finds, Qing Lian without demon” Rhyme and tolerance.  September is moving towards maturity and harvest.  Dam yard, on the slopes one day transform one color.Fields, bathed in a lightning storm of an era, did not see the tender and fragile shadow.The yellow rice, sorghum heavy, steady head down, thinking gave birth after maturity – not our yesterdays frivolous and chic.Only hot pepper on a ridge son, to live up to seasonal burning season, and now only cast a lipstick in the mouth, “still holds partly concealed” his graceful demonstration.From the beginning of summer to the beginning of autumn, eggplant still in bloom, she was not afraid of being a joke of it.Ah, September, large nature clenched as rafters, is doing an article entitled “Harvest” article.  September is the rainy season.September comma played play dense fine.For several days, autumn rain, “Feng Ying young and old, fat plum rain.”Really worry Sharen.  Just to clear up, opened the dam yard sickle.Early sow, early harvest, do we go next year article.  No draft memo in September paved the students on the road.Autumn, a glowing red scarf, floating from Green Hall Vacherie came out, then twos in the key-like stone on the road, make up one after another chord.  Soon, shaded by plane trees in the school, he rang the bell, sounded a solemn national anthem, rang out, “Let paddle together” – and then, in September with the first sentence of the poem.  Teacher standing on the podium, cordial and gentle eyes, the beginning of the new school year, on their foreheads addition of a ring.”Hello students!””Hello teacher!”September is a passionate song.I love September.[Editor: Can children]