The short sentences of maple leaves in autumn are beautiful.

1. 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.

2. After I passed several more trees, a tall red figure caught my eye, and my sight was immediately attracted. How beautiful it is! The leaves are red as fire, burning, dancing and dancing. The whole tree is a huge flame, almost dazzling. When we look closely, we find that every leaf that constitutes a huge flame has its own beauty: straight, crooked, straight, curly, high-tilted, hanging upside down from the branches and so on. Some tips are slightly curved, as if they are telling something with their heads down; Some whole leaves are rolled up, as if they were curled up there because of the cold in autumn; Some sides are slightly bent, as if they are praying for something with their hands folded, and some leaves are spread out as if enjoying the breeze.

People's love for red leaves has a long history. As early as the Tang Dynasty, Du Mu wrote such a poem: "Stop and sit in the maple forest late, the frost leaves are redder than the February flowers." It is no exaggeration for the poet to describe red leaves as better than "February flowers". Although the red flowers in spring are brightly colored, they are not as deep and thorough as the red flowers in autumn. In addition to being deep and thorough, the red leaves in Xiangshan have an elegant beauty. As soon as autumn comes, the whole hillside is full of red leaves. Under the sunshine, it looks like a flame burning, and it looks like "flying across the sky".

Whenever maple leaves fall from the branches, they dance like snowflakes. Look at their dancing, romantic dance music and free floating. Different from winter, one is foggy in winter, and the other is delicate golden color in late autumn.

Another gust of wind blew, rolled up a leaf and danced with the wind. It is not only a small burning flame, but also a dancing butterfly. When it flew to my side, the wind gradually disappeared. Without the wind, the maple leaves are crumbling.

6. Red maple leaves are the most. This is a deep red, beautiful color. The Luhu Park near my home is full of red leaves, and the whole park is like a red ocean. This is why the flag of Canada is a red maple leaf. The yellow maple leaf is the most beautiful, it is a kind of golden yellow. Looking from a distance, it looks like almond trees in the south of the Yangtze River in March, dazzling. My mother and I took pictures under the maple tree, as if we had entered the golden palace, and even my mother's face became more beautiful. There are few purple maple leaves, and they are purple, just like the purple curtain in the theater. Only the green maple leaves are not afraid of autumn frost, and the delicate leaves are still so green.

7. Red leaves are scattered in the evergreen forest, tall and straight, flying like flags; Delicate and beautiful, as soft as tearing flowers; Like a cloud, like a flame that can't be extinguished. It has always been like this, but I have never found that red leaves have an indifferent fragrance.

8. I looked up and saw a flaming maple forest. That maple leaf is so bright and warm. 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 an open palm. Veins stretch freely among leaves, as if it were the most beautiful here, but quietly add a touch of beauty to maple leaves. I looked at the maple leaf again. The color of this maple leaf is really beautiful. It is big red, so bright and beautiful.

9. Another bleak autumn wind blew through my eardrums and hair tips. A maple leaf fluttered in the wind, like a tired butterfly, hovering slowly, kissing my nose and landing at my feet. I seem to hear the heartbreaking sound of maple leaves. It can't get rid of the destruction of fate, but it is still separated from the tree, although it sees the sadness in the tree's eyes.

10. Maple leaves are red, like a layer of rouge. The colder the weather, the redder it becomes. The red maple leaves are like the feet of ducks. The breeze blows, how like a duckling swimming in the river. Seeing this, I can't help but think of a poem by Du Mu, "Stop making love in the maple grove late, and the frost leaves are red in February flowers." Let me revel in this charming scenery and in this beautiful maple leaf.

1 1. I stepped on the road paved with dead leaves, listening to the rustling sound when the dead leaves broke, and watching a little wind gently roll up the old yellow leaves on the trees when it passed through the Woods. I feel indescribable comfort. Suddenly, a strong wind blew, and thousands of yellow leaves left the branches, dancing, tumbling and spinning deftly in the wind. The wind went through the Woods and kept rushing to the sky. As if drunk, thousands of yellow leaves staggered down and became new members of the yellow leaf paving road.