How to describe the cool autumn wind in one sentence?

1. 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.

2. When the bleak autumn wind blows off the last leaf on the plane tree, many delicate tree species in my hometown are "bald", and only those pine trees are lush, with round needles and full of water, ready to spend a long and dry winter. I often appreciate the stubbornness and tenacity of pine trees in the autumn wind and praise its distinctive style and spirit.

The branches in the forest are sobbing under the touch of autumn wind. Son, your curled-up body migrates like a wild goose. Which ray of sunshine warms your cold body? The earth trembles and whimpers with the autumn wind, begging you to give the wandering children a pair of wings to fly over the loneliness in autumn and the cold in winter.

4. When the weather is getting colder and colder, the earth is getting more and more stiff, and the once vigorous posture is getting old and yellow in the autumn wind. He supports the gaunt with tenacity and resolutely resists the invasion of wind and frost; When everything was dying and life was gradually depressed, he showed the tenacity of life for the earth.

The rustling autumn wind is like a hook, which evokes people's infinite sadness and yearning.

6. What kind of emotion is "sad autumn wind, sunset"? Its profundity and melancholy are endowed with a lot of meditation and confusion in autumn. After all, it is the realm of autumn wind and sunset. Can only sigh, natural giving can't be experienced like this.

7. When the sun goes down, only the last setting sun remains. The autumn wind is cool, the chrysanthemums are fragrant, and drinking under the tree is more worrying. Sunset leaves sunset, more like blood. Yu Guanghui rippled in the heart lake, and the heart lake reflected the sun more. Yang must throw away his sadness and dream of the Peach Blossom Garden.

8. The autumn wind blows gently, and the cool wind blows gently. I get into the open window and stroke my cheek, which brings some sadness. It is not as cold as the winter wind, as hot and lazy as Xia Feng, nor as gentle and delicate as the spring breeze. It just permeates people's hearts gently and quietly with a little coolness and loneliness.

9. The autumn wind is falling, and the leaves are flying all over the sky and falling into the soil. The setting sun sprinkled a gentle afterglow on them, and the leaves were golden and the last ray of light was blooming. That is the indelible scenery they left in the dust. I closed my eyes and suddenly remembered: "Falling red is not a heartless thing. Turning into spring mud protects flowers more." "。

10. A cool autumn wind blew, and groups of sorghum grains stood at the top, swinging their colorful bodies and dancing. They stopped dancing slowly after the autumn wind. There are many crops next to sorghum, there are groups of peanuts underground, and there are sugarcane as dense as trees on the ground. ...

1 1. The autumn wind is rustling, accompanied by a little melancholy in my heart, and the leaves are still flying, without sadness. In people's eyes, autumn is often sad. However, in my eyes, autumn has a strange beauty.

12. The autumn wind is rustling and the leaves are falling. Every time I read the poems of the ancients, I am always wrapped in a deep sadness about autumn, but I don't want to break free and sip the slowly expanding melancholy and loss alone.

13. A gust of autumn wind blew, and those delicate and charming flowers swayed with the wind, like innocent and lively little girls shaking their heads and twisting their bodies and jumping up a cheerful disco. The ears of rice swayed from side to side and collided with each other like toddlers, making a rustling sound. It's really lively.

14. The autumn wind is rustling and the leaves are falling. The blue sky is deep and distant. At the foot of the maple tree, red leaves, yellow leaves, purple leaves and green leaves are lying lazily in the crisp grass. This is really the most beautiful oil painting.

15. The autumn wind blows your face and the night is as cool as water. I looked at the colorful neon lights on the busy street not far away, and my heart was as anxious as ants on hot bricks.