Aesthetic sentences describing autumn leaves

1. Those yellow leaves lie irregularly on the ground, and the bricks and asphalt roads are livid, keeping them out of the soil mercilessly. Fallen leaves are like homeless children, letting the wind blow them from East Street to West Street.

2. Fallen leaves, like beautiful butterflies, make people feel like a beautiful butterfly every time they dance. Accompanied by the breeze, they danced on the drums of the wind and returned to the embrace of the earth.

3. 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.

It is no longer light green, but yellow. It has lost its former youth, only aging. Maybe you will say it is ugly, because it has become a stain on the beauty of nature. However, I said it was beautiful. It is old now, but it was once brilliant. Now it will melt into the earth and become dirt. It will also nurture young trees and old trees to make their leaves more brilliant in the future.

I like the fallen leaves in autumn, and I like to treasure them deeply in my pages, my drawers and the beautiful world I decorate. I am looking for my life, the color of my life, and the source that I can't be free and easy. The fallen leaves are not only the curtain call of the stage, but the construction of a new dance floor, in the noise, in the autumn wind, in the story, in the sound and silence.

6. Leaves are lonely. He feels lonely in this autumn. He is the main theme of autumn and also symbolizes the acme of everything. Maple leaves are dyed red and ginkgo leaves are falling. I pity that he can't stand the cold winter and accompany me through the world of powder and jade. He is so handsome that there is no sadness. In autumn, he came and went in a hurry, so busy, leaving no gap.

7. When I saw the fallen leaves, I thought of the teachers who were sweating profusely. They let us grow sturdily with spring breeze education. Seeing fallen leaves, I think autumn should not be sad; When I saw the fallen leaves, I thought of the cleaner. They are unknown, but they are doing extraordinary work in ordinary posts ... when I see fallen leaves, I think a lot.

8. Look, some leaves are falling, some are flying like butterflies, some are flying like birds, and some are spinning like dancers. I ran over and reached out to catch one. Ha, like a golden boat. Maybe it fell because it wanted to throw itself into the arms of the river. I gently put it into the river. The river spouted as if clapping. The "ship" gave me a gentle spin, said goodbye and began its interesting voyage.

9. When a person walks in the yard and steps into a shade, the rustling under his feet is like the whisper of life. Autumn wind rustling, playing a sad chord rhyme. The sky is high and the clouds are light, and a flock of geese pass by. Suddenly, a fallen leaf broke into my sight, gently brushed my cheek, quietly rotated in the autumn wind and slowly fell to the ground. I slowly reached out my palm and let it float into mine.

10. Squat down, pick up a fallen leaf and count the visible textures. I think life is so important that the wind comes and goes. How many little leaves are there to find their mother? This short and meaningful ceremony is neither grand nor gorgeous, but it seems a little depressing in the autumn wind, but the end of the past is also the beginning of the present. Leaves have fallen off and gone deep into the soil, which can also be used as nutrients. We will continue, start again, and there will be new winds.

1 1. At this moment, a peach-shaped leaf fell in front of me, and I held it in my hand, thinking that it might be a small peach tree that the Monkey King accidentally knocked off while stealing. As soon as it fell to the ground, it became a small leaf. I put it under my nose and smelled it, as if it really smelled of peaches!

12. Some people say that autumn leaves are like winter snow. In spring, snow will turn into water, and water will turn into steam, then into rain or snow, and return to the ground again. In this way, snow will always surround the ground in some form. Today's autumn leaves can't seem to complete the same cycle as snow. The rustling of leaves when the wind blows them off is the last conversation between leaves and trees. It will be carried away by the wind, or burned by people, with tears in the blazing fire and reduced to ashes.

13. Fallen leaves, you decorate the jungle in autumn. The jungle is like a landscape painting, which makes autumn more gorgeous. It is your dancing that is as happy as a dancer and flying like a butterfly, which brings us good feelings.

14. Yellow leaves, one or two, float gently on the water, like countless boats, slowly swing away with the wind.

15. The fallen leaves float to the invisible world and return to silence. Nothing can save a fallen leaf and make it return to the branches and remain fresh. This is a passage, a natural process. It will eventually go deep into the soil, turn into silt and nourish another new life, which is its own continuation and transcendence, and it is also the eternity of the beautiful moment of fallen leaves.

16. When the autumn wind swept away, leaves fell one after another. Some dance like butterflies, some spread their wings like orioles, and some spin lightly like dancers.

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

18. Autumn rain hit them in the face. Piles of dark gray clouds hold the earth low. It's already late autumn, all the trees in the endless forest are bare, and the old tree stands gloomy and brown moss covers its wrinkles. Ruthless autumn stripped them of their beautiful clothes, and they had to wither and stand there bald.