Good words, sentences and paragraphs of autumn leaves

Autumn rain hit them in the face. Piles of dark gray clouds hold the earth low.

It is late autumn, the endless trees in the forest are bare and the old trees are lush.

Stand up and let the brown moss cover its wrinkles. Ruthless autumn deprived them of their beauty.

Beautiful clothes, they had to stand there bald.

Autumn comes with the sound of fallen leaves, and the morning is fresh as dew. The sky is soft.

The harmonious brilliance, clear and ethereal, makes people want to hear a soaring lark sing.

If you look at the blue sea, you want to see the white sails. Sunset is the wing of time, when it flies away.

The moment is extremely gorgeous. So dusk.

The clear sky in late autumn is like an endless calm blue sea; There is a strong white light in the air.

Like a microwave jumping on the sea; At the foot of the mountain, pieces of sorghum are always swaying.

Plump ears are like fluctuating red water; The dead leaves were touched by the fields.

Faded colors.

What a beautiful autumn, here, it is no longer scorched earth and ashes, but Wanshan.

A bustling place with red carpets in the wind. Korean pine covered with elastic skin is still alive,

Standing proudly on the high rocks, the whistle in the valley is jubilant, and the white hope flutters slowly in the rice fields.

When the steep west wind brushes the sky higher and higher; Be a stranger's child

When I saw the last wild goose flying south; When the vast weeds are swaying.

When the tree turns yellow-at this time, it is autumn, and the tree loses its leaves.

The season is over.

In the middle of the night after autumn, the moon went down and the sun was still outside, leaving only a piece of blue.

Day; Everything fell asleep except the things that traveled at night.

Late autumn dusk always comes quickly, before Shan Ye is evaporated by the sun.

Disappeared. The sun sets in the western hills. Therefore, the blue wind in the valley has a strong coolness.

Driving white fog, wandering down the mountain; And the shadow of the mountain, fell in faster.

In the village, the shadow became thicker and thicker, and gradually merged with the night, but before long, it was the moon again.

The bright candle turned silver-gray.

The moon, which is not round, gradually rises to the sky. A transparent gray cloud, lightly covered.

Living in the moonlight and above the fields is like a light smoke and falling asleep.

Conditions. After the sunset, the smoke in the field dispersed, and the water was as clear as water, washing away the softness.

Autumn night.

One autumn night, the sky in Gao Lu was thick, and a crescent moon hung quietly on the southwest horizon. The cold moon

When the light falls on the earth, it is so dark, but the stars in the Milky Way are more brilliant. dense

In the fields of sorghum, corn and millet on the edge, this song rings the voice of autumn insects.

Guo also occasionally added some accompaniment, blowing the ground intermittently like cold eggplant. Liushuzai road

The branches hang quietly on the side, and the shadows cover the winding path of weeds.

..... The moon came up, but the clouds covered half of it, hiding in the cracks in the trees far away.

Like a country girl, shy. Once upon a time, people said, "Although we shouted and urged for a thousand times, she began to walk towards us, and I still held you.

The pipa is half covered. "That's a little! The clouds are getting thicker and thicker. Let him go. He is too lazy to care about it.

But I think, if it's autumn night, it's not bad to blow a little west wind. This is not a real pine tree, but that one.

You should also listen to the surging sound of Tao.

The west wind will naturally not come. Before going to bed, we put two or three candles in the middle of the hall.

The timid flame was overwhelmed by the big roof. We looked at each other by candlelight,

It is also like being covered with a layer of smoke. It is as dark as the sea outside. Only far and near.

Several dog barks told us that we were still alive.

Blue sky. Late autumn, spotless, crystal clear. Duo duo yun Cai

Reflected on the clear Jialing River; Fish scales microwave, Qinghe adds clouds.

That color, especially gorgeous.

On a cool and sunny autumn night, bright and red Mars adds a lot of color to us in the starry sky.

A lot of wisdom and fun. Recently, after eight o'clock every night, Mars has come from the southeast.

The horizontal line rises. It is brighter than any star in the nearby sky, no matter where you are,

It's easy to find.

The fallen leaves in the north render a tragic atmosphere! The fallen leaves are dyed golden yellow,

Or scarlet. The first fall may be only two pieces, just like

A golden butterfly with two broken souls. But then, there was a golden red shower. receive

Then, a golden red carpet was laid under the tree. And on this carpet, so is cast iron.

Yes, the bare and scattered trunks and branches stand upright, stabbing the high blue sky and faint clouds.

Fruit trees in the north are also a miracle for Qiu Lai. The first is jujube; Corner,

On the wall, beside the toilet, at the door of the kitchen, it will grow up one by one. Like olives

This jujube is like pigeon eggs, with small oval leaves with a little green in the middle.

When the color is yellow, it is the peak of autumn; When the leaves of jujube trees fall and are red,

The northwest wind is about to blow.

The locust tree in the northland is also an ornament that can remind people of Qiu Lai. Like a flower, but it's not

It's one of those falling flowers. When I get up in the morning, I will spread the floor. When you step on it, your voice is louder.

No, there is no smell, just a little soft touch.

Qiu Chan's faint lingering sound is a specialty of the north; Because there are trees everywhere in Beiping,

The house is very low, so you can hear them singing everywhere. in the south

You have to go to the suburbs or mountains to hear it. Qiu Chan's complaint can be reconciled in Peiping.

Like crickets and mice, it is almost like a domestic bug that every household keeps at home.

In this early autumn evening, I like to sit quietly in front of the computer, listening to light music and sharing this tranquility. No one bothers me. In autumn, I always have a different mood, especially in the dead of night, and I always have a long thought. ...

At this time, I like to stare at the fallen leaves in front of the window quietly, and listen attentively to the sound of branches touching and leaving clouds behind. At this time, I will feel particularly comfortable. I think the best time in the world is this moment. What kind of feeling is this? But in the leisure time after busy work during the day, I can't say why, I only know that this time is the happiest!

I know there is such harmony between heaven and earth, and this emotion has been rippling in my heart ... Over time, every autumn night comes, I am used to reading some books and savoring them slowly. At this time, the cold wind outside the window is shocking and comforting. Long night, I insist, I pursue. Experience the beating of the wind. The next day, the tree in front of the window looked particularly tall and straight in the sun, as if it had been blown by the wind all night, proudly independent of heaven and earth. The wind dispersed the dark clouds in the sky, revived the world and made the sun smile again. What a rare fine weather!

In this deep golden autumn, thousands of trees are dying, and in this lonely time, there is still a new life. Just like life, you can't be at the top of the world forever, and you will enter a period of depression, and in depression, you will be sublimated again. The flowers in spring are the embodiment of the silent power in autumn. Autumn scenery is more energetic in my heart than other seasons. Especially at the turn of autumn and winter, there will be different moods. Walking on the road, I will find that there are always a few leaves on the branches that will not fall. Whenever I see this, I get excited. What kind of strength is this blade? In such a cold season, the blade is still indomitable and not disturbed by the outside world. Blade firmly believes, "I am who I am. I will never bow my head when the storm comes. I will do my best until my strength is over, and I will fall down without regrets. " Such leaves can be called thinking leaves. They know themselves and are not dominated by anyone. They can chase their dreams without going with the flow, but how many can they really pay? I like collecting such leaves. Whenever I see such leaves fall, I will gently pick them up and put them in my hand. After careful appreciation, it feels no different from any leaves, and there are even some broken veins after being attacked by wind and rain. Why is this leaf so strong, and this leaf has one more thing than other leaves? This power is not available to all leaves, so it is valuable. ...

I remember there is a forest in our campus, which is full of straight poplars. Whenever you walk in it, the leaves will turn yellow and gradually become golden leaves, which feels like fairy tales. Leaves fall on my shoulders, greeting myself like a long-lost old friend. I like to sit on the fallen leaves, feel the fresh fragrance of the leaves with my heart, smell it with my nose and make a spin in my body. Suddenly, I feel my head is awake and my spirit is particularly good. How sweet and wonderful it is! Especially when the sun goes down, the orange of the sun and this leaf set each other off, making people shine at the moment, and suddenly I feel that autumn scenery is so poetic. I think I will be happy in such a picture of life!

The autumn wind is rustling and the cold is coming. This is just an appearance. Nature, sometimes like a person. Under such a cold appearance, you have a fiery heart. As long as you walk into the wilderness in autumn and experience everything in nature with your heart, you will feel her warmth and gentleness. You should not get used to reading the narrow world in your heart around her, but learn to walk into nature and understand its noisy world.

Why are you walking in the afterglow of autumn? As long as you read and experience with your heart, you will feel the warmth and abundance of autumn and spring, the heat and fire of summer, and you will feel that the coming late autumn is so fresh and beautiful, and life is so beautiful and yearning. ...

Autumn leaves are fluttering

It's late autumn. God pity Zunyi people. He kept sending autumn messengers from trees to send urgent letters to people, one by one, one by one, to Phoenix Mountain, to the streets and lanes, to the rural fields in northern Guizhou, urging people: summer has passed, winter is coming, and they are ready for winter!

Looking at these fluttering autumn leaves, the couple have already packed their bags and traveled far away, stopped singing in the past, and are ready to take the next autumn train and go straight to their hometown in the south.

The rest of me, still wandering aimlessly on the steps and paths on the mountain, watching the autumn leaves fluttering all over the mountains, finally felt a little after midsummer, and my thoughts bloomed in a daze.

When I was a child, whenever autumn leaves fluttered, my mother always stared at the autumn leaves everywhere in front of and behind the house with deep eyes, and anxiously discussed with my father how to buy winter clothes, shoes, hats and socks for our children. Go to school and ring the doorbell again and again: it's winter, don't play with cold water, you should get an injection if you catch a cold.

After entering the society, autumn leaves are fluttering. Looking at the autumn leaves scattered all the way, my family is still wordy: I am not a child, I should know how to take care of myself and add clothes when necessary. The temperature difference between indoor and outdoor is large. Take off your coat in the office and go out to wear it.

Heaven is great, dragging everything around, while giving you the law of birth, illness and death. Just like autumn leaves all over the ground, they sprout in spring, flourish in summer and dry up in autumn. The new year begins with the change of annual rings. The turnover period of 365 days goes on and on, from beginning to end, over and over again, thus precipitating thousands of years of ancient culture, solidifying the care of countless people and beautifying the green of Qian Shan.

However, wild hearts are not like fluttering autumn leaves. Once a thing, a feeling, an idea happens, troubles arise, and I don't know when, when and under what circumstances it can be erased. In the journey of life, whether it is exciting happy events, heartbreaking sad events, or affectionate love, there is no autumn leaves-like replacement law. Some people say that only time can baptize your troubles and sorrows, but some of them will never fade away, just like those printed in your mind, which will become clearer and more nostalgic with age.

I can't tell you when, but I also want to use autumn leaves to clean up my heart painting, sort out my messy work troubles, life troubles and missing troubles, stack them clearly, and clean up all unnecessary things, hoping to have a small piece of pure land in my heart. Who knows that my painting is too badly hurt, full of holes, and the autumn wind and leaves are flying all over the sky, once again full of worries and broken feelings.

I really want to jump into the depths of the jungle next to the Phoenix Building and ask Ye Qiu why people have thoughts and memories. Why not like you, spring has come, autumn and winter have gone, and come back next year?

I also want to ask Nu Wa, the man who made the baby, why his life doesn't make his wife plain and comfortable, and he always designs twists and turns.

There should be no feelings, why do you want to sprout, why do you come so sad? Since it is not vigorous, why don't you float away with the autumn leaves and dream endlessly there?

The road that has fallen countless times is still walking, just like the fluttering autumn leaves, knowing that it will turn into mud, but they all face it with cheerful steps. Life makes me want to realize myself and fulfill the "base" life of ordinary people.

Unwilling work has to be done, people are more popular than others, and comparisons are like magic. After death, no matter how rich or poor, no matter how powerful or powerful, no one can reach you. On that day, you will climb the same chimney to heaven and become a pile of ashes that others don't want to see, just like autumn leaves, which fall to the ground and eventually become dirt, and no one will pay attention to its size in summer.

Cynicism, like the chilly autumn wind, ravages the autumn leaves and destroys the helpless people. Only by being silent can we protect our last dignity, find a suitable lifestyle, entertain ourselves, concentrate on cultivating our own path, and let time wash away the damage of indifference, contempt, misunderstanding and sarcasm. When the spring flowers are blooming, even if we are not famous, we should at least be moral P people.

Alas! Why are you still thinking about these things, autumn leaves, I also want to fly …

Autumn, with cool wind and cool rain, quietly came to my window under the cover of a piece of white clouds.

This season, I can't describe her taste accurately. I don't know whether it is enrichment, harvest or bleak. There was a breeze, and the leaves of Indus were messy in the wind again.

In fact, I really want to say that the beauty of autumn leaves lies in quietness, not chaos. But today, I found that clutter is also a kind of beauty. Especially in the messy floating, it is an extreme beauty.

If you like butterfly dance, you will definitely like Michelle Ye. Because butterflies are flying leaves, and the rotating leaves are more like butterflies in the wind, with a tragic taste and a heartbreaking beauty in decadence.

You may not be a poet or an essayist, but you will be shocked or delighted by a chance meeting. Of course, you can still be poetic, but you find that beauty is very short and rare after all.

Many years ago, when I was a child, I naively wanted to catch a butterfly as a bookmark, thinking that it was the most beautiful autumn preserved. But today, I found that the most beautiful butterfly is the flying butterfly.

When I began to face the wandering life with a beard, I learned to use leaves as bookmarks. Although not as beautiful as a butterfly, it is enough to pin my wandering heart. Many times, I will write something on the leaves and then forget it.

With more and more people I know and more complicated things I have experienced, I began to miss the simplicity at the beginning. However, I feel that I have never grown up, still so stubborn and lofty, lacking the beauty of a mature man.

Today, when I saw autumn leaves dancing in the wind again, I suddenly wanted to cry. Why face death in the harvest season? Life withers at the most beautiful moment, is it a kind of beauty? This is a cruel beauty!

I haven't touched my heart like this for a long time, and nothing has caught my attention. Even though I was lost this summer and awake this autumn, I found myself in the autumn leaves.

Unfortunately, autumn is a season when rainbows are rarely seen. Layers of autumn rain, layers of sadness, like layers of gauze, shrouded my dream. Looking up, it is always difficult to find the temperature of the starry sky and touch the heat of summer.

Whenever autumn comes, I always feel that I can feel more emotions. Whether it is love or hate, I feel more relaxed than usual. However, I also found that I am more sad than happy in autumn. Perhaps, sadness is the reason of autumn heart!

This autumn, I met lavender, sunset glow and falling phoenix tree. It seems that this is already doomed. If you live with your heart, you can find the casual beauty in life! If it weren't for the throb of life, it would be hard for me to get out of the shadow of the past and still find it hard to accept the fallen leaves and messy branches. However, this autumn, I began to let go, learn to laugh and learn to face it.

Originally, I wanted to say that teenagers don't know the taste of sorrow, but they insisted on worrying for new words, only to find that the golden season of teenagers has passed. Now, when I look back at the distant youth time, that unscrupulous youth and frivolity have already turned into the moon on the branches, which is faint and full of charm, which makes me aftertaste for a long time. ...

Leaves fall in autumn.

"Since ancient times, autumn is sad and lonely. I say autumn is better than spring.

There is no one in the clear sky in Wan Li, and a crane, Ling Yunfei, has aroused my meditation on the blue sky. "

I like Liu Mengde's autumn poems very much. Clear sky Wan Li, a crane soars into the sky, soaring alone in the blue sky, free. Looking down on all beings floating in the world of mortals, they are enjoying a carefree life.

In the case of being demoted, the author still has such an open mind, which shows that his realm is high. The ancients said that "women miss spring and people miss autumn", which is sad about the depression, fragmentation and cold of autumn. Cao Pi has the poem "The autumn wind is bleak and the weather is cool, and the vegetation is like frost", Lu Ji has the sentence "Autumn leaves fall, spring leaves fall with joy", and Du Fu has the chapter "I have come three thousand miles". Now with the sadness of autumn, with my sorrow of a hundred years, I climbed this height alone. "

In fact, autumn is colorful, heavy and smart.

Leaves fall, as if they were mercilessly thrown away by branches. I feel more like a butterfly, flying freely and returning to the embrace of Mother Earth. In the coming year, it will turn into spring mud and nourish its roots. Show the love of leaves for roots. Autumn leaves witnessed the splendor of spring and the warmth of summer, experienced the attack of storms, and then fell peacefully in the sunset. Mature beauty, burning red, is thicker than clusters of flowers. The layers of forest are all dyed with gold, and the autumn leaves are quiet and beautiful, which makes people open-minded and calm. The landing site is also a new starting point. Cycle is life.

Every year in August of the lunar calendar, it is the mature season of jujube trees. Many old houses in the north will have jujube trees more or less. It is a memory of many years ago to personally beat dates with bamboo poles. Jujube should be picked in a sunny afternoon, washed in the open space, and then bamboo poles are everywhere, and jujube falls all over the floor. At this time, grandma will pick some small dates without any scars, soak them in white wine, seal their mouths and give them delicious food to future children. We call it a drunken date. Warm scenes and happy harvest add a lot of autumn interest. Grandma left long ago, and drinking and dating became a permanent memory. Affection and homesickness are growing stronger and stronger between the fall of this fruit.

Autumn is crisp, and I miss a fruit; The clouds are light and the wind is light, indulging in the red leaves of a mountain and a valley. Full of ink, meaningful. The product can solve your worries. If you look at it, you can forget your worries.

Autumn color in my heart, warmth in my heart, affection in my heart, you will never wither in my heart!

Autumn wind and autumn leaves

The warm autumn wind rustles and sings gracefully, and I don't feel sad at all. It's a little cooler, and it itches a little on my face. With the smell of earth, but also mixed with the fragrance of wild flowers, floating in.

The wind in Qiu Lai caresses you gently, soft and gentle. The wind in Qiu Lai, quietly visiting you, is a little reluctant, but still so nostalgic.

Autumn wind sometimes brings a little light rain, misty, like a very thin layer of fog yarn, spinning around, natural landscape painting, completely without modification, the most enjoyable value.

Autumn wind will bring vapour band at dawn, the river will be sparkling, and the fog will spread upward and everywhere like a steamer. Like the smoke in the kitchen, it is faint and has no smell of smoke, which makes people feel particularly cool.

The autumn wind entered the afternoon, and it was a little hot, but I still felt very comfortable. It is this heat that ripens the fruit, and it is this heat that brings farmers the hope of a bumper harvest. Wind and heat are not close, people have spirit, go door to door, get together, chat and pull a family. Kannika nimtragol will whisper, and her face will flush again and again. Maybe she is shy. What they are most looking forward to is the news of missing brought by autumn wind, which is handed over to her beloved Lang who works outside the home.

The autumn wind lingers all night, silent. You can enjoy the bright moon hanging high, the starry sky at night, and listen to the legendary love myth of Cowherd and Weaver Girl. At the most fragrant time, I can no longer see the little match girl curled up in the street. The fire of love keeps burning, and it warms the whole world.

Autumn leaves thank the breeze of autumn wind, and their faces are slightly sallow. They should dedicate all the nutrients to plants. Yeah, can we take a nap? It's really like this! Hang your head, roll paper, be lazy. Some have floated down, turned around and thought about it, and still leaned against the tree, which is a little safe. Even if you sacrifice, you should give the last bit of nutrition to the plants in need.

Autumn leaves have no tears, its face is not wet at all, and it knows the value of life.

Give a piece of green, and yellow is everywhere in autumn. Thinking about yourself all day is a bit selfish. Think of others wholeheartedly, not afraid of hardship, not afraid of fatigue, go where you need, and always be ready to sacrifice yourself. This is the quality of leaves.

When Ye Huang fell, the poet cried when he saw it. I raised my hands to praise him. Plants can hardly grow without green leaves. Without green leaves, we can only see desolation. The withering of yellow leaves is the end of life and the starting point of new life. Die of nature, die of greatness, die of Yu Guangrong, die of fairness. Like a martyr who spilled blood on the battlefield, he defended the dignity of the motherland with justice and truth. Just like a teacher, even if the last candle is left, he still loves his students and gives all his love and knowledge.

Bathed in the autumn wind and staring at the autumn leaves, I am not sentimental at all. People don't need to be so vigorous and down-to-earth to live a wonderful life. There is heat and light. With the mind of autumn leaves, I don't ask for anything in return, just for dedication. Only in this way can we live comfortably, practically and wonderfully.

I would like to be an autumn leaf, stick to my career and inherit its greatest spirit.

Autumn leaves fall

Even if no one appreciates it, you still want the splendor of live high.

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Walking on a quiet path, the leaves under your feet trembled slightly with the wind. A gust of wind blew, bringing coolness, and there were many residual leaves still in the branches.

Reaching for a piece, I saw its broken body: it was a little more red than the old youth. On closer inspection, the flaming tongue and moths performed vividly on a leaf, even dreamily.

A gust of wind blows, and the residual leaves turn into a beautiful whirlpool of fire and are reborn on the stage of history! Look-that beautiful dance has poured every drop of its life. That kind of arrogance on high has appeared again!

The wind is blowing harder and harder, and the whirlpool of fire is dancing wildly, just like a stingy person who uses all his assets crazily on the last day.

The wind is blowing harder and the vortex seems to want to rush into the sky. The infinite whirling vortex contains indescribable wonder at this moment. More and more leaves are intertwined, vaguely inspired by a fierce symphony, and the leaves on the branches are eager to leave their mothers and join this carnival feast! Symphony music is shocking in an unprecedented way, and the residual leaves all over the sky are showing its final elegance to the earth-they are going to jump, they are wonderful! They want to sing, sing "Never before, never after" and shake the world!

The wind is getting weaker and weaker, and the symphony music becomes a nocturne. Residual leaves fall feebly one by one, like soldiers who have exhausted their last strength for the motherland.

The vortex of residual leaves no longer exists. However, there is still a piece clinging to the sky and finally falling leisurely. I reached out and grabbed it. It seems to be used to freedom. At the moment when I was in a daze, it jumped out of the bondage of my palm, deftly grabbed the tail of a wind and floated into the sky again.

Yes, it misses the sky that makes it so obsessed; It misses the days in the branches too much; It misses the singing of birds in the morning and the warmth of the first sunshine. ...

But it's too old. The old one turns red and can't stand still. Today, it fell headlong and experienced the feeling of flying. Of course, this is its first and last time.

It finally ran out of strength. It floated to my head and obediently held in my hand. It has been broken, leaving only a few discernible blood vessels.

I put it in my pants pocket and tiptoed to the other end of the path. The old lady who swept the floor has arrived. As she swept the leaves on the ground into the bag, she murmured, "What wind!" "

I smiled knowingly, and only I knew why it was windy-the leaves were desperately showing their last talents.

I turned around and inadvertently found that every leaf in the bag was smiling with relief. I think they should be happy because they have completed their final mission.

When I was daydreaming, a leaf that was not blown away by the wind landed on my shoulder. I took it off. I don't know if I was excited by the symphony music just now, and the leaves are still trembling slightly. I put it in my pants pocket, too. I want to hear their stories about autumn!