Quiet and beautiful good night sentences in late autumn

1. Walking in the rain, I saw white chrysanthemums. They were blooming enthusiastically, with the fragrance of dewdrops and their delicate figures, blooming beautifully in the rain. Oh, autumn is white.

2. In autumn, the golden world composes a beautiful and moving song. I love autumn! I love this autumn with the fragrance of fruits and melons, I love this autumn with continuous autumn rain, I love this poetic autumn, I love this fairy tale autumn! Go into nature and look for autumn fairy tales?

3. In autumn, the leaves of the poplar trees turn yellow and hang on the trees like small yellow flowers; they fall in the air like yellow butterflies; they fall in the small river next to the tree like golden boats.

4. Look, those chrysanthemums, how enthusiastically they bloom! How vigorous! Yellow, red, white, purple? One after another, in clusters, facing the autumn wind and covered with cold weather. Frost, blooming and fragrant, blossoms everywhere, forming a world of brocade.

5. Autumn is a poem, autumn is a painting, autumn is a song, autumn is a beautiful dream. Autumn is beautiful, beauty lies in its clarity.

6. Autumn is passionate because she has so many babies. The seeds sown in spring are harvested in autumn! The bright and clear autumn moon is even more sentimental. The beautiful moon spreads the beautiful afterglow, covering the earth with a layer of gauze, revealing a warm, tranquil and dreamlike atmosphere. beautiful.

7. Although Mid-Autumn is also colorful, the main color is golden. In summer, there is almost no fallen leaf, almost no slight yellow dots in the middle of the summer color, and the main color of the earth is green. In mid-autumn, nature changes miraculously. The autumn wind blows overnight, and people can't even notice when the main color of the earth turns to yellow. The leaves become yellow and sparse, instead of being as green and lush as in summer, and the grass also changes. It turned golden yellow, and the fields were covered with golden yellow, so people called autumn "Golden Autumn". If nature once looked beautiful and joyful in spring, like a woman looking forward to the future, then in mid-autumn it seems to have become old, depressed, and gentle, like a golden-haired woman reminiscing about the past. The French writer Maupassant compared the golden color of autumn to the sunlight melting into drops falling from the sky into the dense trees in "A Man in Normandy".

8. 16. Miss Qiu came to the world unknowingly. She walked in the wheat field, and the wheat was ripe; she walked in the orchard, and the fruits were ripe; she flew into the woods, and the leaves were like thousands of flowers. Thousands of butterflies dance in the forest. It attracted me and a group of friends to come. We came to the forest and looked at the tall and tall trees. The trees became our close friends. We played in the forest, played to our heart's content, shouted to our heart's content, and forgot In spite of everything, we danced and sang with the wind and leaves, as if we had become an ordinary leaf and cheered like the autumn girl? The arrival of autumn!

9. In late autumn, the branches are yellow The leaves were blown away by the overnight autumn wind and were everywhere, as if they were covered with a yellow carpet.

10. The first thing that caught my eye was the large bunch of bright red leaves. The bunch of red leaves did not attract attention. What caught my attention was the bunch of red flowers. The bright bunch of red leaves attracted my attention. The small flowers bloom delicately and uniquely. There are dozens of them in a cluster, growing on green stems, like a string of red bells connected with green threads. They are arranged closely and uniformly, just like our class forming a tightly disciplined and closely united group. If you look carefully, there are small flowers like hair hidden inside the flowers. The breeze blows, and the exquisite and unique flowers sway gently, nodding to you, as if children are smiling at you with smiling faces.

11. Although the frost is coming, Grandpa Qingsong is still wearing a green robe, looking even greener. In the garden, the chrysanthemums are blooming, red like fire, pink like clouds, and white like snow, so beautiful. All the leaves on the persimmon trees have fallen, but the yellow persimmons are still hanging on the branches, like large and small orange lanterns. The red crabapple trees have bent the branches.

12. Autumn is a beautiful season; autumn is a season with the fragrance of melons and fruits and the joy of harvest; autumn is a season full of children's fun; children can catch crickets, pick fruits, and go Flying kites in the golden fields and picking up fallen leaves in the woods; when the collected fallen leaves are put together into patterns, it will become the most beautiful picture in the world.

13. Autumn. The valley is full of yellow colors, yellow millet, and yellow leaves.

The sky is high and far away, the clouds are light and gentle, and the fields are filled with the sweet smell of ripe grains. The farmers were busy harvesting, and the fields were empty one by one, and they brought back loads of millet. This beautiful autumn is like a fairy in a golden dress. Her fluttering sleeves brush away the scorching heat of the sun, spreading brightness and refreshing to the earth; she uses her wide clothes to block the wind and cold, but she holds up the heavy fruits. Dedicate yourself to the world. People love autumn, for its clear sky and clear air, for its clear clouds and beautiful sun, and for its fragrance floating in the fields. Autumn makes everyone’s smiles shine brighter.

14. Savoring the autumn rain carefully, let us walk into the streets of autumn! On both sides of the street, the big trees with lush branches and leaves seem to have lost their proper color. The sky is a faint silvery white, and the autumn rain is as fine as an ox's hair. The continuous autumn rain falls slowly, flowing into the earth; into the river; into the Yangtze River; into people's hearts.

15. The golden rice is dancing and singing autumn songs in the breeze.

Autumn is beautiful, harvesting, joyful and colorful. Hurry up and tell me what your autumn is like!