A sentence describing the bleak atmosphere in autumn

Beautiful sentences and paragraphs about bleak autumn.

1. Autumn is a cycle. Since the autumn wind, life has fallen asleep, and the years will eventually touch all the prosperity and decadence.

2. Qiu, I left long ago. When the first snow comes, life in autumn is over, because it has never been so short. She left, taking nothing with her, leaving nothing behind.

3. The weather is colder in late autumn, and the leaves are yellow, and they fall 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.

4, autumn leaves fall, yellow heart is melancholy.

Since ancient times, most poets have only come to comment on the sadness and disappointment of autumn, ignoring the other side of her-the desolate beauty. There is no cold and heat in autumn, and sometimes the warm sunshine is mixed with a hint of coolness; Autumn is not as vibrant as spring, nor as lush as summer, nor as lifeless as winter, but desolate and lonely.

6. The tranquility and dreams in autumn are not chasing glitz, but quiet, quiet and faint.

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

8. 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.

9, the leaves fly away not because of the pursuit of the wind, but because the tree does not retain!

10, 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.

1 1, the morning dew fell and the sound of logging floated out of the valley. Put down the sickle that has been full of fragrant rice, and hold up the fat fruits and vegetables between the bamboo fences with baskets. Live in a farmhouse in autumn.

12, whose autumn yard has no wind and autumn window has no rain? Luojiang is intolerant of autumn wind, and the lingering sound makes autumn rain urgent. Even at night, the pulse is blowing, and the lamp seems to be accompanied by tears. The cold smoke courtyard turns into a depression, and the bamboo drops when it is empty. I don't know when the storm will stop, but I have taught my tears to wet the window screen.