Beautiful sentences describing the falling of osmanthus

Waiting by the roadside, two autumn leaves fell in front of me. On the way, I met another falling Ying Ying lilac.

The weather is fine, close your eyes, and the sweet-scented osmanthus falls from the branches and reaches me in a second.

Osmanthus fragrans fell by the window, picked up a handful and got into bed, and went back to sleep.

Osmanthus fragrans bloomed, and the falling Osmanthus fragrans swirled in the wind and landed on the grass. There is a fresh smell in the wind.

The wind came, cinnamon fell, and the wind rolled down a osmanthus rain …

A breeze blew, and sweet-scented osmanthus fell with the wind and danced in the sky, as if to show its beautiful posture. Slowly, they fell to the ground, just like laying a golden carpet on the ground.

Osmanthus fragrans fell, and Osmanthus fragrans powder was scattered all over the floor, creating a golden round mat. Falling flowers are intentionally affectionate, and the flowers are scattered for more than ten miles.

I saw a lot of sweet-scented osmanthus on the ground, the wind was blowing slightly, and some small ones were falling.

Seeing the sweet-scented osmanthus falling, I seem to understand the sadness of Daiyu's burial of flowers and lament that beauty is always fleeting. Although I know this is a natural law, I will still feel inexplicable sadness, and hope and expect good things will always be there.

Osmanthus fragrans in front of the yard fell to the ground, and it rained in the air.

Talk about the beautiful circle of friends in Guihualuo.

A gust of wind blew, and many osmanthus flowers fell from trees one after another, like fairies.

I can't bear the sweet-scented osmanthus falling everywhere, so autumn has passed slowly and inadvertently.

Osmanthus fragrans falls out of the sky, and its fragrance is far from nature. A normal heart has never changed, leaving only its true colors to the world.

This autumn, I missed osmanthus! I found that osmanthus trees on the road can't see osmanthus anymore, only some petals falling under the tree. When you smell it carefully, it has a little fragrance.

Osmanthus fragrans on the roadside has begun to fall with the wind. A year, in just a few days, the city is fragrant and the light flashes by.

A cool breeze blew, and the swaying osmanthus trees swayed with the wind. Osmanthus fragrans is like a golden butterfly and a silver ribbon, lingering, floating around, falling and floating to the ground, and the ground is like a layer of gold sand.

Osmanthus fragrans fell soundly, and the wind swayed radian. If possible, I'd like to record an audio and video of osmanthus I smell and send it to you to share the fragrance and joy I can feel.

A string of yellow osmanthus stands out among the green leaves. A breeze blew, and the small osmanthus fell with the wind, like a shower of flowers. The air is filled with the sweetness of osmanthus.

A few pieces of osmanthus are falling at my feet, and I have to smell it carefully to smell its fragrance. I am jumping, just like every dog's tail grass, it has its happiness.