What I love most about autumn

My favorite words about autumn (selected 70 sentences)

With the development of social networks, more and more people are keen on posting words on social platforms to use Document daily life. Are you still looking for interesting copywriting? The following is my favorite autumn sayings (selected 70 sentences) that I have collected for everyone. They are for reference only. I hope it can help you.

My Favorite Autumn Talk 1

1. The autumn girl came to the park, she blew up the sweet-scented osmanthus and woke up the autumn chrysanthemums. The fragrance of the sweet-scented osmanthus made passers-by stop and go back and forth. The beauty of autumn chrysanthemums intoxicated everyone.

2. Autumn is passionate because she has so many babies. The seeds sown in spring are harvested in autumn! The clear autumn moon is even more sentimental. The clear moon spreads the beautiful afterglow, covering the earth with a layer of gauze, revealing a warm, tranquil and dreamlike beauty.

3. The dust of the years mixed with frost will also wither hope. Just like late autumn is coming, the cold wind sweeps across the fallen leaves, and the prosperity suddenly becomes lonely.

4. Autumn is coming, the sky is high and the air is refreshing. The clear and transparent river water is like an oval mirror, clearly reflecting my figure. I could see the green-brown stones at the bottom of the river, the grains of sand deposited on the bottom of the river, and the blackened leaves.

5. The paintings of summer are always too charming, but the sketches of autumn have more connotations. The touch of heavy colors is the beauty of seasonal writing.

6. The cool autumn wind blows the flowers, plants and trees, as if a tender mother is gently humming a lullaby to send her children into a sweet dreamland.

7. The leaves in early autumn are only a little yellow, but they have already begun to indicate that they are about to fall, and also indicate that the story is somewhat sentimental. The autumn sounds of the trees and the cold colors of the mountains are all buried. A little desolation, a little sadness, a little tranquility, a little fantasy.

8. Autumn is a beautiful season. It is different from the heat of summer; the bitter cold of winter. It is twin sisters with spring and has the same shining points. Autumn is a season of fruits and melons; autumn is a season of sowing hope. Baskets of citrus and piles of lychees are all fresh and make your mouth water.

9. In autumn, the flowers on the trees have failed. They come and go with the wind and rain. Even if they are withered, they are still somewhat beautiful. They have faded and are as pink and tender as the flowers in bloom. The girl-like youthfulness is replaced by a mature and elegant beauty. The beauty is the rhyme and the quality. When you pick it up, it still has the fragrance.

10. Autumn is like a mother’s hand, touching our faces; autumn is like a story, telling the harvest scene; autumn is like a baby that has just woken up, full of energy!

11. After the autumn rain, the fruits in the orchard are all wearing pearl necklaces. Shake the branches with your hands, and all the pearl necklaces fall down involuntarily.

12. What is the color of autumn? Is it blue, green, red, or purple? Oh, no, autumn is colorful. Ah, it turns out that autumn is so beautiful! I love autumn.

13. Autumn is a good harvest, and the fields are full of harvest songs. A gust of wind blows, the soybeans shake the loud copper bells, the sorghum raises the red torch, and the wheat keeps nodding to the farmers. Seeing the results of one year, I couldn’t stop laughing.

14. The second half of the night after autumn. The moon has gone down, but the sun has not risen yet, leaving only a dark blue sky; except for the nocturnal things, everyone is asleep.

15. Some prosperity slipped from the green of summer and entered the poetry of autumn. The breeze spread over the dew on the grass and flowed in the forest. Those on the roadside The little flowers are no longer open.

16. Chrysanthemums come in various shapes and colors, some are red, like morning glow; some are snow-white, like white clouds; some are in bud and ready to bloom, and some are graceful and beautiful.

17. Autumn ends the bright and cheerful spring and the vitality of summer. A gust of autumn wind blows, leaving only the mournful singing of autumn insects and the increasingly isolated cold branches of autumn trees. Therefore, autumn inexplicably adds an unspeakable sadness to the sentimental poets: the sadness about autumn.

18. The clear sky at the end of late autumn is like an endless calm blue sea; strong white light beats in the air, like microwaves rising from the sea; patches of sorghum at the foot of the mountain are always swaying with plump ears. , like undulating red water; while the yellowed leaves give the fields a withered color.

19. The sunshine in autumn is no longer as harsh as in summer. Stretch out your hand to block your eyes, then slowly straighten your arm, separate your five fingers, and find the gap between them. Watching the sunshine quietly inside, the unique warmth, unique feeling, and unique joy are no longer dazzling.

20. Luo Ye left his mother and traveled alone to experience the colorful life. She will use her last strength to perform the most brilliant movement and the most wonderful song in her life.

21. In the bright autumn, here is no longer scorched earth and ashes. This is a prosperous land where thousands of mountain winds are covered with red carpets. The red pine covered with elastic skin is still alive, standing proudly on the high mountain rocks, the whistle is cheering in the valley, and Bai Wang is flying slowly in the rice fields.

22. The autumn wind dances a superb baton, sometimes fast and sometimes slow, sometimes light and sometimes heavy, harmonizing this chorus of autumn sounds with ease!

23. Golden butterfly! Who are you dancing for? The flowers have lost their smiles and the grass has lost its luster. Oh, I understand, you are thinking about the blinking daisies in the garden.

24. Sit and watch the autumn colors, gaze at a pool of autumn water, overlook the red leaves of Nanshan Mountain, look up at the rolling clouds, the shadows of mountains, clouds, trees and water overlap each other. The pure and dustless autumn colors gradually rise in your heart. rise.

25. The trees in the woods are so real! There are yellow leaves, red leaves, and green leaves. The trees are flying around in the air like butterflies flying in the air.

26. Autumn, like a woman who has experienced the hustle and bustle of the world, gradually becomes mature and quiet, no longer noisy, no longer ignorant of the world like a little girl, but has learned to be calm and calm.

27. In the field, corn cobs are sleeping lazily in yellowed clothes, and half-red and half-green peppers are like shy little girls, covering their little faces with clothes. The farmer uncle is busy, his face is filled with the joy of harvest.

28. The sky in early autumn is blue, clear and translucent, with no floating clouds. It is less bright and dazzling, but more leisurely and peaceful, not dazzling, not ostentatious, no longer. Ever-changing, no longer uncertain.

29. The coolness of autumn brings warmth to your heart. Sit peacefully and listen to the music of the world of mortals. Listen to the sound of flowers blooming in the depths of time. It is gentle, soft and has a faint fragrance. Waves of flower language float here, as if you are deeply affectionate. The poems whisper in the ears.

30. The autumn wind is not the executioner as imagined. It turns out that it only makes the leaves experience the lingering love and the taste of flying at the last moment of their lives.

31. The locust trees in the North are also an embellishment that reminds people of autumn. The fallen pistils, which look like flowers but are not flowers, will be spread all over the ground in the morning. When you step on it, there is no sound or smell. You can only feel a tiny and soft touch.

32. Either the morning light is shining, or the mountain street is sunset, sitting alone in autumn, the high sky, light clouds, distant mountains, nearby trees, and birds singing, covering the sky and the ground, a distant sound of nature A symphony rises in your heart.

33. Because autumn is here, I feel a touch of sadness in my heart. Maybe all this is just a piece of association of mine, a private perception that is related to myself and connected to my heart.

34. Leaves are fluttering in the wind, and clouds are lingering in the sky. It is a warm picture, a long-lost breath. In life, a season, or a heart-beating person, in a blink of an eye. Go far.

35. Look, those chrysanthemums, they are blooming so enthusiastically! How exuberant! Yellow, red, white, purple... Blossoms, clusters, facing the autumn wind, covered with frost, competing for beauty, fragrant and fragrant, blooming everywhere, almost becoming a A world of brocade.

36. There are several plane trees on campus that have turned deep red. When the autumn wind blows, the fallen leaves are like butterflies, flying happily in the sky, changing their dance postures from time to time. .

37. After the blooming of summer, we entered the desolation of autumn. Some encounters are prosperous, but there will also be loneliness. Time gives us a colorful encounter, but leaves behind a light and calm cloud. Only the memory of those blooming flowers is the eternal fragrance.

38. Walking in the rain, I saw white chrysanthemums. They were blooming enthusiastically, with the fragrance of dewdrops and their delicate figures, blooming beautifully in the rain. Oh, autumn is white.

39. The west wind will naturally not come. Before going to bed, we lit two or three sticks of foreign wax in the hall. The timid Homura was pressed by the big roof and couldn't breathe. We looked at each other through candlelight, as if covered with a layer of smoke. Outside it was pitch black, like the sea. Only a few barks from far and near remind us that we are still in the human world.

40. Although the temperatures in autumn are relatively similar to those in spring, there is less of the occasional bone-piercing chill and more of a warmth and softness that can calm impetuousness.

41. Because of the arrival of autumn, a kind of sadness fills the heart, which lingers, and the dust-covered memories are always clearly opened.

42. In autumn, the leaves fall, the flowers wither, and the weather gradually gets cooler. In the autumn season, the children are very happy. They meet in the square, fly kites, pick up leaves and take a walk in the square. How happy they are.

43. Autumn is colorful. Look, the fruits in the field have these colors: red, yellow, blue, green, green, orange, and purple. Like the colors of a rainbow.

44. The breath of autumn is a silent contest. Look down on the rampant impetuosity of hot summer, shoot down the hissing cicadas, pity the joy of crickets in the grass, and stand in the summer with a depressed attitude. On the street corner, waiting for the carnival to take off makeup, another startling confession begins with the baptism of autumn rain.

45. Autumn is like thick water that cannot be dissolved, it seems to be able to be held up and flows through the fingertips; autumn is a messy knot that cannot be untied, it seems to be untied but then tangled again; autumn is It's honey that's so sweet that I can't part with it. It seems I can give it up but I can't resist asking for it.

46. Autumn is like a middle-aged man who has lost all his prosperity, richness and wisdom; autumn is like the god of color, making nature more colorful; autumn is like the god of joy , brings the joy of harvest to people.

47. Autumn, isn’t it often said to be golden? Indeed, she has brought abundant fruits to nature and rewarded many creatures, including humans, with countless food to sustain their lives.

48. Looking up at the sky in the autumn sun, a passing cloud blocks the warm light. In the distance, mountains, water, clouds, and trees seem to overlap in the sight. The sky is high, The light clouds accompany my pure and dust-free autumn heart.

49. The rice is ripe. The golden rice fields and the plump bunches of rice ears carry the farmers’ sustenance and dreams for a year.

50. Miss Qiu came to the orchard. She blew on the apples and turned them red. They hung on the trees like little lanterns. She turns pears yellow.

51. The weather in late autumn is getting colder, and the leaves have turned yellow and fallen to the ground, like a layer of yellow carpet. Only the camphor tree cannot bear to wither, giving it a sense of independent cold autumn.

52. In this beautiful autumn, I like the chrysanthemums blooming in autumn, not because of their gorgeous colors and wide varieties, but because of their elegant and refined style and strong and unyielding spirit. , and don’t these represent and symbolize the national spirit that we are proud of?

53. In early autumn, mid-summer has already ended, and the autumn harvest is about to usher. The rice in the fields is golden, the autumn wind is blowing the rice fields, and the autumn wind mixed with the fragrance of rice blows towards my face, making me feel the simplicity, simplicity and nature of the fragrance of rice. People wield sickles and sweat in the fields to reap the fruits of the year. No matter how hard and tired they are, it is worth it. I understand the joy of autumn.

54. Cold autumn, cold morning, cold frost, cold fallen leaves; warm feelings, warm feelings, warm people, warm years. Because of understanding, everything is beautiful; because of existence, warmth follows.

55. Even if the water is exhausted and the mountains are exhausted, and the leaves fall into the sky, the old years can still be graceful. Even if the years pass by, you can still find traces of those things left behind in the world. What I love most about autumn 2

1. In front of me is a large piece of grass.

The grass has turned yellow, but there are many wild flowers blooming in it. Slim and graceful, a large group of boys and girls in colorful clothes gathered together, singing and dancing happily. There is a curl rising in it.

2. Autumn is a comfortable season, fresh and cool. Autumn is a season full of expectations, with branches full of fruits. Autumn is also a beautiful season, rich and colorful. Let us welcome autumn, follow the rhythm of harvest, and listen to the song of autumn together!

3. A cool autumn wind blew, and groups of sorghum grains stood on the top, swaying their colorful bodies and dancing gracefully. After the autumn wind passed, they slowly stopped dancing. There are many crops beside the sorghum, groups of peanuts in the ground, and sugar cane on the ground as dense as a forest...

4. The red maple leaves floated to the orchard, and they gave the yellow to the pears. The yellow pears are like little lanterns, smiling on the fruit trees. It gave the red color to the apples, which were red, sweet, and fragrant. People were vying to pick them!

5. Walking into the park, this is a piece of fiery red maple leaves, and that one piece. The clusters of maple leaves look so cute and full of life, just like the morning sun, emitting light and heat. "Stop and sit in the maple forest at night, the frost leaves are as red as the February flowers." I whispered. Oh, autumn is red.

6. Autumn always has a feeling of tranquility and a little sadness. Autumn rain will always penetrate my heart carefully, and a coolness will hurt my whole body. The withering and falling before my eyes are the unique sadness of this season. The leaves flew one by one to the ground blown clean by the autumn wind, lying quietly, enduring the peeling off of the years.

7. The red maple leaves floated to the fields, and the bent rice was like golden waves. Several farmer uncles were working in the fields, harvesting a lot of rice and piled it into golden mountains. Just like several people surfing in the sea, whoever reaches the highest point is the winner.

8. As the autumn rain comes, a hint of coolness pours into my heart. Autumn rain is not as delicate as spring rain. Soft and graceful, not as rough as Xia Yu. brutal. It is peaceful. There is a cool wind in the rain. The leaves and raindrops swirled together and fell to the ground: the autumn rain fell on the fruits, making them sweeter and more attractive. Under the caress of Qiu Yu, Maple Leaf suppressed its blush, and Corn and Soybean also swelled their round bellies.

9. Miss Qiu has many things on her mind, and the light rain keeps falling. Sitting in the classroom, there was a constant "didi-dah-dah" sound outside. It's like I've stored all the rain in the summer, and now I've given it all to Miss Qiu, but Miss Qiu is reluctant to use it. It rained a little today, it will be sunny tomorrow, but it started to rain again the day after tomorrow.

10. Walking on a country road, the road is full of white wild chrysanthemums. When you smell them, they still carry the fragrance of dew. They don't look as delicate as the chrysanthemums in the park, but they are still fascinating. Because they exude the smell of rural soil. Oh, autumn is white.

11. The park is beautiful in autumn. Walking into the park gate, two rows of straight plane trees come into view. Although the leaves are not as lush and green as in spring, they are still tall and straight, like soldiers wearing yellow uniforms guarding their castle. Not far away is a large hillside. Trees of different shades on the hillside press the hillside down. From a distance, it looks like a sea of ??trees.

12. Autumn is a season of abundant harvests. The ears of rice in the field have matured, and the heavy ears are so heavy that the stalks cannot lift their heads. The fields are golden, so yellow that it shines like gold! A gust of autumn wind blew by, and the rice ears danced happily. Their postures were extremely graceful, their movements were neat, and they were so beautiful!

13. In autumn, there is no biting cold wind in winter, no afternoon sunshine in spring, and no sultry air in summer. She came quietly, walking briskly, and quietly watched us grow on campus.

14. The red maple leaves floated to the small river. The river flowed gently under the feet of Autumn. Many children were playing happily on the other side of the river. Their clothes were like the chrysanthemums that had just bloomed in Autumn. , colorful and extremely beautiful.

15. When we came to the field, the heavy cotton bolls bent the branches and spit out snow-white cotton; the blushing sorghum was bright red, like a torch held high, and a breeze blew Come, the sorghum is swaying here and there, like a drunken man; the rice is golden, like gold paved on the ground. The farmer uncles who are harvesting rice have the joy of harvest on their faces. Although they are working hard, they are very happy.