Qiu Yu’s comments on Moments

Qiu Yu posts stories in Moments

With the development of mobile Internet and social networks, more and more people are accustomed to posting stories in Moments to share their own stories. Life attitude and life perception. Do you never know how to organize your language when speaking? The following is the talk about Qiu Yufa’s Moments that I have collected for everyone. Welcome to read and collect.

Qiu Yu’s post on WeChat Moments 1

1. The autumn rain hides a very nice smell. Pears are fragrant, pineapples are sweet, and there are apples and oranges. There are so many sweet smells, all hidden in the little raindrops! Children's feet are often attracted by the fragrance.

2. The soft and fresh melody, the tender musical language, and the artistic conception that leads to reverie, are like pure springs, blending into the earth and autumn, melting everyone's soul, with the coming of autumn rain, a A colorful autumn style painting full of joy and harvest suddenly appeared before our eyes.

3. The rain changes the color of the sky. Under the sun, the sky is endless blue. However, in the rain, the sky becomes gray, and the light gray has a melancholy feeling, which plucks the strings in the hearts of sentimental people. However, for farmers, what is falling is not rain, it is clearly gold and silver threads!

4. The autumn rain is rustling, and this is her playing. The rice fields turned yellow, and the bunches of bananas turned yellow, and the ground turned golden. Harvest autumn colors. ah! Qiu Yu, may you play a more gentle rhythm and new music!

5. Walking alone on a country road, perhaps because of the company of Qiu Yu, I don’t seem to feel lonely. The autumn rain drenched my heart and soothed my mood. All the loneliness went away with the autumn wind, leaving only Qiu Yu and me telling each other's thoughts. As if it were a dream.

6. The rain gradually stopped, the clouds gradually dispersed, and a few cold raindrops blurred my eyes. It seemed that besides everything in front of me, there was something else. A leaf fell in front of me. I picked it up and put it in its real home - the soil. Falling red is not a heartless thing. It turns into spring mud to protect the flowers. Just think of it as my sustenance for spring!

7. The sky washed by the autumn rain is as blue and clear as the sea. The white clouds are like a sailing boat, floating slowly on the water.

8. The rain is not heavy but it keeps falling. This autumn rain is like a gentle spring breeze, but also like the cold winter wind, falling on me and washing away the sadness deep in my heart. I am drifting in my dream, as if except for the autumn rain, this world has nothing to do with me. The rain tonight is particularly refreshing, and my mood tonight is like the autumn rain, with a touch of sadness.

9. Autumn rain is not as delicate and gentle as spring rain, nor as bold and warm as summer rain, but it is so peaceful and elegant. In the autumn rain, I experienced a smoke-like vagueness and a crystal-like refreshingness.

10. The autumn rain is falling in patter, knocking on the windows and the ground, playing an autumn march. The meaning of it is profound. It makes you recall the past and make you miss your hometown. Rather than saying this, Even though it is sorrow, it is better to say that it is also a beautiful feeling. Ah, Qiu Yu has yellowed the clothes of the sycamore tree, and put on a mysterious make-up for autumn. Qiu Yu’s post on Moments 2

1. In the autumn rain, there is a box of colorful paints. You see, it gave the yellow color to the ginkgo tree. The yellow leaves are like small fans, fanning them wherever they go, fanning away the heat of summer. It gives the red color to the maple trees. The red maple leaves are like stamps, fluttering and fluttering, bringing the coolness of autumn. The golden color is for the fields. Look, the fields are like a golden ocean. The orange-red color is for fruit trees. Oranges and persimmons are squeezed by each other, vying for people to pick them! The chrysanthemum fairy got more colors, purple red, light yellow, snow white... Beautiful chrysanthemums nodded frequently in the autumn rain.

2. Autumn is here, the weather is getting colder and colder, and the leaves are beginning to turn yellow. When the wind blows, large tracts of leaves fall from the trees, and the ground is covered with dry leaves. Walking on it, it makes a "quacking" sound.

3. The autumn wind is like a magical paintbrush, painting the leaves with various colors of light red, bright yellow, deep purple, and emerald green, painting a colorful landscape painting.

4. At this time, I raised my head, and what came into my eyes was a fiery red maple forest. The maple leaves are so bright and red.

I walked into the maple forest, picked up a maple leaf, and observed it carefully. This maple leaf looks like a beautiful red five-star, and also like an open little palm. The leaf veins stretch wildly among the leaves, as if they are the most beautiful here, but they quietly add a touch of beauty to the maple leaves. I looked at the maple leaves again. The color of this maple leaf is so beautiful. It is bright red, so bright and beautiful.

5. The autumn rain brings a harvest song to the earth and a happy song to the children.

6. The autumn rain rustles underground, this is what it is playing. The rice fields turned yellow, the maple trees turned red, and the ground turned golden, creating the autumn colors that symbolize maturity and harvest.

7. The autumn rain has a very pleasant smell. Pears are fragrant, pineapples are sweet, and there are apples and oranges. There are so many sweet smells, all hidden in the little raindrops! Children's feet are often attracted by the fragrance.

8. 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.

9. The rain from the sky floats one by one, like fine sand flying all over the sky; it brings hope to the green things on the earth, moistening the leaf tips, and also to the teal ducks in the river pond. It brings a sense of joy and explores the mystery of autumn.

10. The autumn rain is falling and falling. Like silk, like silk, like mist, like smoke. It falls on the face with a cool touch and flows into the mouth. It is sweet, like rice wine, like honey, making people feel like being drunk, like a dream, like being crazy, and being drunk.

11. The autumn rain is like smoke and mist, floating silently on the rubble piles and dead branches and leaves in the open space, soaking the ground, the house, and the trees.

12. Autumn rain is a key. With coolness and gentleness, it gently, gently opens the door to autumn without you noticing.

13. The autumn wind blew rustlingly, dyeing the fields yellow and the maple leaves red, bringing a hint of coolness.

14. The rustling autumn wind gently holds the arm of the soft willow, dancing gracefully with the singing of golden bells and the sound of crickets in the grass. Tuberose and Milan are quietly blooming, exuding A hint of cool fragrance.

15. In the early morning, I came to the park and found that the trees in the park were not as green and lush as before, and the leaves fell all over the ground. A gust of autumn wind blew by, and the fallen leaves on the ground danced in the wind, like beautiful butterflies dancing gracefully. Some of the fallen leaves on the ground have withered; some have just fallen and still have a faint hint of green; some have fallen a few days ago and have several holes eaten by insects.

16. The autumn rain blows the golden trumpet, telling everyone that winter is coming. The little magpie picked up branches to build a house, the little squirrel found pine cones for food, and the little frog was digging holes to prepare for a comfortable sleep. The pines and cypresses put on thick, shiny clothes, and the leaves of poplar and willow trees floated to the foot of the trees. They are all preparing for winter.

17. There is a lot of rain in autumn, and it rains continuously, making me unable to go anywhere. But the air has become fresher and no longer dry. Once the rain stops, the autumn air is crisp and beautiful.

18. The autumn wind is like a sharp sickle, blowing from the tops of the willow trees, and the half-green and half-yellow leaves fall down.

19. The autumn rain is falling. Thin raindrops weave a gray curtain between heaven and earth.

20. The autumn rain slapped their faces. Piles of dark gray clouds weighed low on the earth. It is already late autumn, and the endless trees in the forest are all bare. The old tree stands gloomily, letting the brown moss cover the wrinkles on its body. The ruthless autumn stripped them of their beautiful clothes, and they had no choice but to stand there naked.