A short sentence about falling leaves in winter

1, the leaves on the tree are turning yellow, and the falling leaves are flying up and down like golden birds.

2. Autumn wind rustles and leaves are rolled up. Fly, fly ... The last yellow leaf finally fell in the depths of my eyes, gradually dispersed, gradually became smaller and finally disappeared. Before my eyes, I saw scenes of the past.

The earth put on a golden sweater, and yellow poplar leaves and bright maple leaves fell down, as if several colorful butterflies were flying in the air. Although the frost came, Grandpa Song Qing still wore a green robe and looked greener. Chrysanthemums in the garden are in full bloom, red as fire, pink as chardonnay and white as snow, which is beautiful. All the leaves on the persimmon tree have fallen, but the persimmons in Huang Chengcheng are still hanging on their fingers, like orange lanterns, large and small, with red begonia pressing the branches.

4. Look! Another one fell, like a flying yellow butterfly, flying in the air. On the verge of landing, a gust of wind blew and flew into the blue sky. No, isn't there another butterfly flying?

5. Leaves are like a song. The leaves finish their journey bit by bit, but they will eventually turn to dust, and I will try my best to remember the eternity of that moment.