my autumn

I like smells of autumn. The autumn smells are like flowers’. Chrysanthemums. So such bitterish and having a shrill aroma. If it was possible to make muffle in this smell to be soft, it would be better than any perfume. And one of the smells is a smell of foliage. The smell of leaves that still keeps on branches and that already lies lay on the ground. A unique and fine smell. And one more smell of fall is a smoke of fire; in where are the burning leaves. The air smells in the autumn in a special way. They become becomes tasty and juicy; and it seems that they can be tasted. And the autumn smells are like fogs and rains. There are absolutely special rains! It's not like one in the spring and also not like something in the summer.
A color of fall is gold. The sunlight is charged with sated by golden pollens, especially in the morning. And the beams, penetrating into and lying down on the eyelashes, are painted by gold. And all seems especially beautiful when you look at the world through the eyelashes pollinated by gold. These leaves  thanks of gilding rainfalls falling down settles on them, and which change them into and they turn yellow. And one more color of fall is green. It's not tired by dust and dried up drought greens of summer, simply, it's a juicy-emerald color. And one more color is crimson. And one more of them is blue. The sky. Did you see what kind of the blue is the sky in autumn? Bright and gentle! And, in the evening the sky goes to be deep, becoming violet. What is a beautiful view with a such fantastic color! And one more color is a tendering muffled color of fog. When you go, then the milky-white surrounds you by enveloping you in mist is all around you milky-white. Also it seems that the world doesn't exist. There is only you and the fog. And the world arises in process of movement. It forms on a course.
Sounds of autumn are the rustling of leaves and dry grass running dry under feet. It is hard to perceive sound when the leaf falls from the branch down to on the ground. Or an indistinct 'boom', when the chestnut slightly falls down to on the ground.
Sound of fall is like a lonely voice of a raven in full silence of the morning. There are sounds of rain. Silent, rustling as it's afraid of someone to wake. Or the sonorous sounds of the drops, which are forcing down last leaves. This is a time for of sonorous sounds.
Mood of the fall is a soul of romance romantic. It is a pleasure with appeasement feelings without an occasion. It's an easy, light grief, which is not clearly of what it is talking about. There are vague ideas about the world, about feelings and hopes. It is a presentiment and expectation of something. It is a time for a rest from noisy, fussy and loud summer. Autumn is perfect. It doesn't mean that I don't like winter, spring or summer. It only means that I like autumn very much...

My Autumn

I like the smells of autumn. The autumn smells They smell like flowers. Chrysanthemums have such bitterish and shrill aroma. If it was possible to muffle in this their smell, it would be better than any perfume. And one of the smells Autumn also smells is a smell of foliage – of leaves that still hang on the branches and those that lay scattered on the ground. The smell of leaves that still keep on branches and that already lay on the ground. A The smells are unique and fine smell. And one more Another smell of fall is a comes from the smoke of fires where when leaves are burned. Air smells in the autumn in a special way The smell of air in autumn is very special. It becomes tasty and juicy and seems it can be tasted. And Moreover, autumn smells like fogs and rains. There  They are absolutely special rains! It's  They are not like the rains of in the spring and not like in the of summer.
The Ccolor of fall is gold. The sunlight is sated by drizzled with golden pollen, especially in the morning. And the beams rays are painted by  in gold which penetrate, lay down even on one’s the eyelashes. And All seems especially remarkably beautiful when you look at the world through the eyelashes pollinated by gold. These gilding settles Then they glide and settle on leaves and they turn yellow. And  One more color of fall is green. It's not tired by dust like the dusty and dry drought greens of summer, it's a juicy-emerald color. And one more color - crimson. And on more – blue Other colors are crimson and of course, blue like Tthe sky. Did you see what how blue is the sky is in autumn? It looks Bbright and gentle! And in the evening the sky goes deep. becomes violet turns into a deep violet color which is a fantastic color! And one more color is  There is also the muffled color of fog. When you go is all Everything around you becomes milky-white. Also, it seems that the world doesn't exist. There is only you and the fog. And the world arises in process of movement. It forms on a course. (note: I’m not sure how to rephrase this)
The sounds of autumn are made by the rustling of leaves and the dry grass underneath the feet. It is hard to perceive whether the sound comes from when  a leaf from the a branch which falls on the ground Or indistinct 'boom' when the or from a chestnut which slightly falls down on the ground. Sound of fall is You will also notice the lonely voice of a raven in a completely silent full silence of morning. There are also sounds of rain. Sometimes they are Silent, rustling silently falling as it's though they are afraid of waking up someone to wake. But sometimes, Or the you can hear the sonorous sounds of the drops which are forcing down even on the last leaves. This is time, I can hear the latter of sonorous sounds.
The mood of the fall is a romantic. It is like pleasure without an occasion. It's easy, has a light touch of grief but does not clearly explain what it is all about. There are vague ideas about the world, about feelings and hopes. It is having an presentiment and expectation of something. It is time for a rest from the noisy, fussy and loud summer. Autumn is perfect! But it doesn't mean that I don't like winter, spring or summer. It only means that I like autumn very much...

And the beams are painted by gold, penetrating, light upon lay down on the eyelashes.
В этом предложении слово "падают на" переводится фразой "light upon".