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Feel the mood of late autumn, talk about sentences, feel the mood of late autumn, beautiful sentences

The autumn wind is rustling, the leaves are messy, there are bleak patches everywhere, and I feel sad. Suddenly, I found that autumn is a sad season?

That autumn, my heart swayed with the bleak autumn wind, my heart withered and buried like a fallen leaf, and everything disappeared in that foggy autumn.

Because autumn has arrived, there is a faint sadness in my heart. Maybe all this is just my association, a personal feeling related to myself and connected with my heart.

The fallen leaves hurried by. But I can't imagine the last threshold of the end of life, after all, what is behind. But I think that every tree of life near it will fly out the last leaf at the last moment.

It has rained twice, and it seems that autumn has come earlier, with a cool breeze and full of autumn. It seems that everything has become silent. It is more sober than spring, clearer than summer and more tolerant than winter.

It's very cold this autumn. This autumn night is full of mangroves and silence. I can hear the cold blowing from the clear corner, and it is empty. Autumn is difficult, and the storm is coming. Might as well miss it.

Time flies, you know? Another autumn, flowers and snow melt, and my hair has been changed into a bald head. Who knows how many times to look back in my life?

I used to think that I was the eternal spring in your heart, but I forgot that spring was followed by cold autumn and cold winter.

Autumn leaves are falling. Autumn night, drunk.

The fallen leaves hurried by. But I can't imagine what is behind the last threshold at the end of my life. But I think that every tree of life near it will fly out the last leaf at the last moment.

Just under the cover of the sunset, the autumn wind blows the leaves, as if pouring out endless grief in my heart. When the yellow leaves fall, they hover and linger like dancing butterflies.