Autumn leaves falling sentences

1. Autumn wind blows, and fallen leaves return to their roots; Still water flows eastward, and jathyapple is alone. Autumn gives people a feeling of sadness and loneliness. Some people will grieve for spring and autumn in this season, and will lament the impermanence of life in this season.

2. That autumn, my heart fluttered with the bleak autumn wind, my heart withered and buried like a fallen leaf, and everything disappeared in that misty and rainy autumn.

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, more sober than spring, clearer than summer and more inclusive than winter.

4. If you are sad, it is an autumn curled up in the corner, which makes people mourn; If you are sad, the leaves are everywhere, the autumn wind is everywhere, the wind is rustling, and the atmosphere of parting is brewing everywhere, but the road is full of tears, then autumn will be a parting autumn.

I like autumn, and I am fascinated by everything in autumn. Autumn leaves and autumn rain are so sad in my eyes. Yellow leaves are everywhere, and it's withered season again.

6. Autumn is also a season of missing. Some miss their relatives far away, and some miss their lovers in different places. What about me? What did I miss? I don't seem to have missed anything, but I will have many ideas, but I just can't say them. I was born in summer, but not as bright as summer, but as sad as autumn. Perhaps because of this, I have a different feeling about autumn.

7. In the golden autumn of October, the sparse leaves on the trees are as dry as dry tobacco leaves. Mother Earth opened her broad mind, as if welcoming a child who came back from a hug. The fallen leaves returned to her arms and slept sweetly with the earth.

As soon as September arrives, there will be autumn, which will slip away at a foggy dawn and disappear in a hot afternoon. It tiptoed through the top of the tree, dyed some leaves red, and then flew over the valley in droves and left.

9. Walking on the streets in autumn adds a bit of melancholy and melancholy to my heart. Looking up at the sky, the setting sun is like blood, looking down at the ground, full of rehmannia leaves, autumn is really a sad season.

10. It began to rain outside the window. At first, I only heard a slight rustle, which seemed very empty and far away. Gradually, the sound approached, as if it came slowly and gently from a deep place. Raindrops hit the windowsill, just like your gentle hands are like pigeons, tapping gently on the desktop. Listening to the rain knocking on the window at night is beautiful, but it also shows the listener's boredom and loneliness. How I long to hold your hand gently and look at your face carefully on such a night, with attractive eyes and affectionate feelings, regardless of the wind and rain outside the window.

1 1. 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.

12. I just want to send this autumn away. Let it take away all the memories I left in this season.

13. 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, whimpering and swallowing. It is empty, with the enemy in autumn at the end, and the wind and rain are sad. Might as well miss it.

14. Looking back suddenly, autumn has quietly gone away, and I am the only one enjoying the desolation of this season. But always miss the sadness of fallen leaves; Missed the tragic sunset of the long river; I also missed the sadness of the ancient road and the sunset.

15. That autumn was also autumn wind and yellow leaves. The leaves whirled around the tree with the wind, singing farewell songs in a low voice with a little helplessness and disappointment, saying goodbye to the big tree she once loved.

16. The weather is colder in late autumn, and the leaves are yellow, which falls on the ground like a yellow carpet, but the camphor tree can't bear to wither, and it is quite independent in the cold autumn.

17. Autumn is a season of nostalgia. Many stories and people are inadvertently linked together and miss each other silently. It always seems that in such a cold autumn, I suddenly look back and find that the road I have traveled is so desolate. The romantic past is unbearable, and the years of hard work are vivid.