Another year of autumn leaves. Tell me about it.

In the early morning, I got up early on duty, pushed open the curtains, and the cool breeze blew gently, which made me feel the autumn wind gradually rising and the autumn night was slightly cool. Listening to the wind and rain in front of the independent window, the rain hits the treetops sadly, and it is another autumn leaf, an autumn rain and a cold.

A leaf falls, half a tree is yellow, and autumn knows thousands of miles. Autumn rain came, and the hot and biting summer drifted away. It is no longer a hot summer, and there is no more harsh Qiu Chan. Late autumn comes quietly with fruits and gold, swaying with the wind.

Dragging, the baptism of rain, quietly withered, staged a leaves and trees, full of golden, with the flow of water, with the love of four seasons alternating, yellow and haggard, slowly changed face, removed the curtains, reluctantly bid farewell to this world. What changes is the season, but what remains unchanged is the beautiful memories and fleeting fragrance.

Autumn is coming, and the autumn wind blows away the yellow leaves, making the clouds light and the wind light, refreshing. It's autumn again, and the autumn rain is falling! I buried myself in front of my desk and wrote down my concerns about this autumn rain, autumn wind and autumn leaves. Autumn rain ticks, autumn wind sings and autumn leaves groan, but there is no cicada accompaniment and singing. Autumn night autumn wind and autumn rain are urgent, autumn is cool and autumn is thin and autumn leaves are yellow.

This is the last farewell and lingering between trees and leaves, and also the last charity, love and tenderness after passion. I can't bear to part with the autumn leaves, bid farewell to the faint sadness, and bid farewell to the lost thoughts and dependence! Suddenly sigh, this life cycle, passers-by between life, in a hurry, ups and downs are not easy. Life is like a song, years are vicissitudes, and life is like dust! When the autumn wind blows off the last remnant leaves, the dust turns into mud, giving birth to a new round of life glory, and life begins a new cycle, in which we live and breathe!

In the autumn wind and autumn rain, the leaves are golden, as if wrinkled by wind and rain, and the veins and meridians are clearly identifiable. There are withered leaves everywhere, and the air is filled with the smell and smell of autumn. Like this vicissitudes of life, like this ever-changing life, some are in youth, some are getting old, and they are persistent and struggling in this bleak season, never stopping, and there is no time to breathe and confess.

Leaves gently leave the branches, withered leaves, autumn rain flapping, singing an elegant and sad elegy, through a curtain of autumn rain, open the door of autumn, feel the gentleness and elegance of autumn, not shocked by honor and disgrace, will be silent for a summer, flying in the wind and rain.

I like the coolness of breathing into my heart and spleen. Listen, autumn rain seems to be singing, singing the sweetest songs of the four seasons; You see, the autumn wind seems to be dancing, dancing the most beautiful dance music of the four seasons; Think about it, that autumn color, as if standing at the intersection of autumn and waving to me, is golden everywhere, fruitful, and the harvest is in sight, and the farmhouse yard is full of joy everywhere.

Going to Qiu Lai in summer is full of prosperity and flowers. Every season comes as scheduled, bearing the sacredness and fulfilling its sacred mission. Like it or not, tired, agitated or comfortable, she will always leave a calm face and indifferent choices when she comes gracefully, goes gracefully and goes quietly.

Raindrops fell on the umbrella and thoughts lingered at the end of the pen. Autumn rain is thick, I really want to go on like this, holding an umbrella in autumn, holding an umbrella in autumn, holding an umbrella in love, and walking alone in this crisp autumn season.

Independent high-rise buildings can be seen in the rain in late autumn, like an autumn painting gallery. The water drops on the leaves rustled in the autumn rain. Who is in the rain?

Love, depicting the beautiful scenery in the rain, is a kind of heart-to-heart, a kind of talk, and a kind of emotional release.

Autumn rain is accompanied by autumn wind, and autumn scenery is more concentrated. Outside the window, I can only hear the chirp of grass, and the moon shadow is blooming with frost. At night, the sound of wind and rain is more urgent and cooler. Such an autumn night, such a state of mind, only deserves to dance with the autumn wind and autumn rain outside the window. Autumn rain entrusted the yellow life to ginkgo biloba, mailed the harvest to maple leaves, fanned away the heat and brought coolness. Autumn is a season of joy. Storing fruits and seeds in the farmyard in autumn indicates the hope of the coming year and entrusts with harvest and joy.

The alternation of four seasons is the cycle of years, the splendor of nature, and the endless pursuit and eternity of life!