The wind rises again and leaves fall to the ground, missing more strongly.

The wind rises and leaves fall, and my thoughts are more intense. Next sentence: I have never stopped leaving.

Sentences about the wind blowing and leaves falling:

1. I especially like the creaking sound of stepping on fallen leaves and the sound of raindrops hitting the leaves. Close your eyes, relax and imagine you are walking in the maple leaf forest.

2. When autumn comes, watch the fallen leaves, blow the autumn wind, watch the sunset redden the sky, and when winter comes, blow the snowflakes and drink a cup of hot milk tea with hot air.

3. The yellow leaves, one piece or two pieces, float gently on the water, like countless boats, and slowly swing away with the wind.

4. Autumn in a leaf, rather critical. Fallen leaves seem to be the exclusive label of autumn, and yellowing seems to be the exclusive seasoning board of autumn.

5. Autumn should be nice, if you are still there. Autumn wind is beautiful even if it is cool. In late autumn, you are sweet to my dreams, just like fallen leaves flying and tapping on my window.

6. Cold dew is a tear of the season, which falls on the bleak place of autumn, so those lovesickness of fallen leaves begin to diffuse the cold loneliness.

7. There is no road that does not bend, and there are no flowers that do not thank. There are four seasons in life, including flowers in spring and leaves in autumn. There are both the hot summer sun and the wind and snow in winter.

8. I like flowers in spring, trees in summer, fallen leaves in autumn, sunshine in winter and you every day.

9. Leaves fall like songs, and the leaves finish their journey bit by bit, but they will eventually turn into dirt, and I will try my best to remember the eternity of that moment.

1. I like autumn, wear a big sweater, drink warm milk tea, watch the afterglow of fallen leaves, and blow the gentle evening breeze, all of which are just right.

11. The romance of red leaves, the dancing of yellow leaves, the falling of fallen leaves and the flying of dead leaves have made us feel the charm of autumn.

12. In that autumn, my heart fluttered with the bleak autumn wind, my mind withered and buried like fallen leaves, and everything disappeared in that misty and misty autumn.

13. When rather critical is exhausted, the morning dew is even colder! Even though the scenery is still beautiful, this autumn has gradually left us, and the autumn wind is blowing, and leaves are fluttering everywhere.