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Beautiful sentences describing fallen leaves
2) The fallen leaves float to the invisible world and fall into silence. Nothing can save a fallen leaf and make it return to the branches and remain fresh. This is a passage, a natural process. It will eventually go deep into the soil, turn into silt and nourish another new life, which is its own continuation and transcendence, and it is also the eternity of the beautiful moment of fallen leaves.
3) As the autumn wind swept away, leaves fell one after another, some dancing like butterflies, some spreading their wings like orioles, and some spinning like dancers.
4) The leaves on the tree turn yellow, and the fallen leaves fly up and down like golden birds.
5) Autumn rain hits them in the face. Piles of dark gray clouds hold the earth low. It's already late autumn, all the trees in the endless forest are bare, and the old tree stands gloomy and brown moss covers its wrinkles. Ruthless autumn stripped them of their beautiful clothes, and they had to wither and stand there bald.
6) The wind continues to blow, leaves fall one after another, and cherry blossoms seem to be infected and fall with the wind. Watching the withered flowers fall sadly, I found that autumn had come unconsciously. Ye Er was yellow and the flowers were defeated. This is a colorful and bleak season, and it is also a season full of poetry and painting. How many poets and painters have sung poems and painted pictures for it. Perhaps only in this season can people calm down and think about problems and understand life.
7) Mature adzuki beans, some like agate and some like pearls, form a small umbrella with dense green leaves, which is really lovable!
The leaves are swaying in the wind. Suddenly, a leaf was blown out of the embrace of the tree by the wind, hovering quietly in the air, fluttering gently in the wind, flying in the air like a dying butterfly, and finally falling to the ground in a beautiful arc. At that moment, the heartstrings were touched. It turns out that this is the way it chooses when it faces death. Even at the end of his life, he will show his best side and don't want to leave with any regrets.
Leaves fall like a waterfall, while I watch the long river roll forward.
10) These fallen leaves are like colorful petals scattered by fairies.
In spring, young leaves are in full bloom. They are like newborn babies, delicate and fresh. They started their lives happily. This is a cheerful prelude. Summer is very long, the leaves are dark green, quietly enjoying the happiness of life. This is a beautiful and long theme. Autumn is long, leaves fall safely, that is their final destination, and life ends here, which is a euphemistic and sad ending. Perhaps its dream has been shattered, but it is not sad at all and smiles as before.
12) The fallen leaves in the north render a tragic atmosphere! The fallen leaves are dyed golden yellow or even scarlet. The first thing that may fall is just two pieces, like a golden butterfly with two broken souls. But then, there was a golden red shower. Then, a golden red carpet was laid under the tree. On this carpet, the iron is cast like that. Bare and scattered trunks and branches pierce the high blue sky and faint clouds.
13) Early in the morning, I came to the park. I found that the trees in the park were not as lush as before, and the leaves fell all over the floor. When the autumn wind blows, the fallen leaves on the ground dance with the wind, just like beautiful butterflies. Some fallen leaves on the ground have withered; Some have just fallen, and there is still a trace of green; Others fell off a few days ago and were eaten by insects for several holes.
14) You see, the maple leaves are red, red and bright red, dancing assiduously in the autumn wind, laughing assiduously in the sunset, and showing their femininity assiduously in people's praise. Looking at the fiery maple, I can't help but think of a poem by Du Mu, a poet in the Tang Dynasty: "Frost leaves are red in February flowers.
15) The autumn wind accompanied the fallen leaves and started their journey by different routes. The vitality of spring has faded. The color of spring and the heat of summer are buried by autumn. Autumn brings coolness, but it also brings sadness.
16) Some people say that autumn leaves are like winter snow. In spring, snow will turn into water, water into steam, then into rain or snow, and then back to the ground. In this way, snow will always surround the ground in some form. Today's autumn leaves can't seem to complete the same cycle as snow. The rustling of leaves when the wind blows them off is the last conversation between leaves and trees. It will be carried away by the wind, or burned by people, with tears in the blazing fire and reduced to ashes.
17) Walking alone in the courtyard, stepping into a shade, the rustling sound image at the foot is the whisper of life. Autumn wind rustling, playing a sad chord rhyme. The sky is high and the clouds are light, and a flock of geese pass by. Suddenly, a fallen leaf broke into my sight, gently brushed my cheek, quietly rotated in the autumn wind and slowly fell to the ground. I slowly reached out my palm and let it float into mine.
18) When I saw the fallen leaves, I thought of the teachers who were sweating. They teach us like the spring breeze and let us thrive. Seeing fallen leaves, I think autumn should not be sad; When I see fallen leaves, I think of the cleaner. They are unknown, but they are doing extraordinary work in ordinary posts. When I see fallen leaves, I think a lot.
19) fallen leaves are like beautiful butterflies, which makes people feel that they are a beautiful butterfly when they fall. Accompanied by the breeze, they stepped on the drums of the wind and spun gracefully, returning to the embrace of the earth.
20) I like the fallen leaves in autumn, and I like to cherish them deeply in my pages. In my drawer, in the beautiful world I decorate, I look for my life, the color of my life, the source that I can't be free and easy. The fallen leaves are not only the curtain call of the stage, but the construction of a new dance floor, in the noise, in the autumn wind, in the story, in the sound and silence.
2 1) Squat down, pick up a fallen leaf and count the visible textures. I think life is so important that the wind comes and goes. How many little leaves are there to find their mother? This short and meaningful ceremony is neither grand nor gorgeous, but it seems a little depressing in the autumn wind, but the end of the past is also the beginning of the present. Leaves have fallen off and gone deep into the soil, which can also be used as nutrients. We will continue, start again, and there will be new winds.
22) Those yellow leaves lie irregularly on the ground, and the road bricks and asphalt roads are livid, ruthlessly blocking them out of the soil. Fallen leaves are like homeless children, letting the wind blow them from East Street to West Street.
23) At this moment, a peach-shaped leaf fell in front of me. I held it in my hand and thought, maybe the Monkey King accidentally knocked off the small peach tree when he stole it? As soon as it fell to the ground, it became a small leaf. I put it under my nose and smelled it, as if it really smelled of peaches!
24) fallen leaves are lonely. In this autumn, they fall alone. They are the main theme of autumn and also symbolize the acme of everything. Maple leaves are dyed red and ginkgo leaves are falling. I pity that he can't stand the cold winter and accompany me through the world of powder and jade. He is so handsome that there is no sadness. In autumn, he came and went in a hurry, so busy, leaving no gap.
25) It is no longer light green, but yellow. It has lost its former youth, only aging. Maybe you will say it is ugly, because it has become a stain on the beauty of nature. However, I said it was beautiful. It is old now, but it was once brilliant. Now it will melt into the earth and become dirt. It will also nurture young trees and old trees to make their leaves more brilliant in the future.
26) Autumn wind rustles and leaves are rolled up. The last yellow leaf finally fell in the depths of my eyes, gradually dispersed, gradually became smaller and finally disappeared. Before my eyes, I saw scenes of the past.
27) Fallen leaves, you embellish the autumn jungle. The jungle is like a landscape painting, which makes autumn more gorgeous. It is your dancing that is as happy as a dancer and flying like a butterfly, which brings us good feelings.
28) Look, some leaves are falling, some are dancing like butterflies, some are flying like birds, and some are spinning like dancers. I ran over and reached out to catch one. Ha, like a golden boat. Maybe it fell because it wanted to throw itself into the arms of the river. I gently put it into the river. The river spouted as if clapping. The ship gave me a gentle spin, said goodbye to me and began its interesting voyage.
29) Look! In autumn, golden meadows are dotted with flaming red, that is, maple leaves fall gently in the breeze, just like red palms rushing to the earth and throwing themselves into the embrace of the earth, making the beautiful meadows shine like dazzling stars in the night sky, while the beautiful meadows are just like painters accidentally dropping flaming pigments on that golden field, making the autumn colors more charming.
30) Walking on the mountain path, I was not attracted by the geese flying south, nor fascinated by the fragrant osmanthus, but blocked by the golden ginkgo. Those leaves, once golden and splendid, are flying in the air like butterflies, like saying goodbye to this important ceremony, and like children jumping into their mothers' arms and returning to the earth.
3 1) There is a phoenix tree forest not far away. You see, those pieces and clusters of plane leaves are really like a yellow ocean. The plane leaves are like a beautiful yellow butterfly. The shape of buttonwood leaves is peach-shaped, like a child's palm. Prominent lines, like children's palm prints, are very cute.
32) Walking into the maple forest, the maple leaves are as red as fire, as proud as a red flag and as gorgeous as roses. Wow, another gust of wind blows, and several maple leaves fall down, dancing like red butterflies and gathering together! I once became a little Du Fu, reciting "Mountain Walk": the stone path of Hanshan Mountain is far away, and there are people in the depths of white clouds. Stop and sit in the maple forest late, and the frost leaves are red in February flowers.
33) We came to the Ginkgo Woods in the deepest part of the park. Ginkgo orchards are yellow, green and colorful. They are small and exquisite, only half the size of a palm, which is very attractive. Ginkgo Garden, like handfuls of small yellow-green cattail fans, is quietly fanning us!
I feel much happier walking on the path covered with golden carpet. Suddenly, a leaf fell from the tree. How small this leaf is. There are many wavy edges around it, and the veins are very clear, just like a carefully made fan for Wang Di. Maybe the castle was in the frontier before, but it accidentally fell during transportation and fell into the world from now on. I thought to myself, I must get it first. I look left and touch right, which seems very novel.
35) At this moment, a leaf flew down from the tree, like a dancing butterfly. When I saw it, it turned out to be boxwood leaves. The leaves of boxwood are oval, and the color change is interesting. The leaves of boxwood were light green at first, and turned dark green after several autumn winds. Finally, the leaves of boxwood dried up and rolled into the middle, just like Baby Ye was warming himself. But the withered leaves of boxwood also have a fragrance, which will leave the fragrance in the world at the end of life, which makes me very moved.
A maple leaf falls on my shoulder. When I saw it, there was a maple tree here. The maple leaves are burning and crumbling. When the wind blows gently, maple leaves fall on the ground like a little doll. This is, Maple Leaf started the sprint competition with the help of Grandma Feng. Why are maple leaves so red? It turns out that maple leaves are originally green because they contain chlorophyll. In autumn, some objects called anthocyanins enter the maple leaf again, so the maple leaf turns red. The maple leaf is shaped like a palm with five forks. Maybe maple leaves didn't have five forks before. Later, I admired people's palms and grew up like that.
37) Pieces of smooth and delicate maple leaves, like palms in shape, cling together like brothers. Especially their colors. That kind of fiery red, red as a burning fire, seems to be dripping from the tip of the blade. The fiery red maple leaves seem to warm my heart and make me feel the coolness of autumn wind.
38) The autumn wind gradually rises, and the leaves flying all over the sky fall into the soil. The setting sun sprinkled a gentle afterglow on them, and the leaves were golden and the last ray of light was blooming. That is the indelible scenery they left in the dust. Close your eyes, it suddenly occurred to me that falling red is not heartless, but turning into spring mud protects flowers more.
39) The autumn wind is bleak and cool, and the long yellow sand is rolled up, and the withered Ye Er also flies. Pieces like butterflies, like elves, floated in the sky for a long time and refused to fall. For a long time, it lay quietly on the ground again, telling the sad silence alone. Everything was so quiet. I didn't hear the joy of harvest, I didn't see the fruitful results, and I couldn't imagine that this was the autumn I was waiting for. In this autumn, the only thing I am afraid of is only fallen leaves! Ben said that the melody of autumn was tense and radical, but he couldn't understand its rhythm, which was more like helplessness and melancholy in Autumn Moon in Han Palace. I thought autumn was pleasant and picturesque, but what was real was bare branches and sparse trees.
40) The earth put on a golden sweater, and yellow poplar leaves and bright maple leaves fell down, as if several colorful butterflies were flying in the air. Although the frost came, Grandpa Song Qing still wore a green robe and looked greener. Chrysanthemums in the garden are in full bloom, red as fire, pink as chardonnay and white as snow, which is beautiful. All the leaves on the persimmon tree have fallen, but the persimmons in Huang Chengcheng are still hanging on their fingers, like orange lanterns, large and small, with red begonia pressing the branches.
4 1) Autumn comes with the sound of fallen leaves, and the morning is as fresh as dew. The sky exudes soft light, clear and ethereal, which makes people want to listen to the soaring songs of larks, just like looking at the blue sea and thinking of seeing a white sail. Sunset is the wings of time. When it flies away, it will spread out for a while. So dusk.
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