Sad in autumn?

The autumn wind is rustling, and the leaves are messy and bleak, everywhere. My heart is also sad, and I suddenly find that autumn is a sad season. ...

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1. Autumn has come quietly, with light steps and hope and joy of harvest.

2, sad autumn is also angry! The bleak vegetation withered and withered, and traveled back to the mountains near the water-Chu in the Warring States Period? Song Yu's nine debates

3. Flowers bloom and fall, and the origin is destroyed; The clouds are rolling and the clouds are comfortable. Listening to a beautiful and quiet melody, my heart turned over and sighed. Play a passionate song, and worry about it like a flower. Stepping on the rhythm of ancient rhyme, dancing with pen and ink all the way, swaying gently all night, swaying like a flower. When I am lonely, I look at the fallen flowers and sigh: for whom, for whom?

4. Autumn is a beautiful painting and a love story, which is very beautiful. The sky is blue. Under the sunlight, purple-edged golden clouds and snowflake-like cotton flowers float in the air together. Mountains are like peaks; Such as rolling sheep on the grassland; Chasing in the pasture like a galloping horse. ...

5, Lu Ting has many fallen leaves, knowing that it is autumn-gold? Tao Yuanming enjoys willow, firewood and mulberry.

6. Stepping into the park, I saw a flaming maple forest, and each cluster was so lovely and full of vitality, just like the rising sun in the morning, emitting light and heat, which reminded me of "parking in the maple forest late, frosty leaves are red in February flowers". Oh, autumn is red. Pieces of fallen leaves fell to the ground, paving a golden "golden road". When stepping on it, it makes a creaking sound from time to time, which makes people feel very comfortable, as if stepping on a cotton blanket, and there are no extra leaves. Each piece is a golden leaf, which is memorable. Oh, autumn is golden.

7. Two swallows fly from the rice field. They saw the leaves falling and cried as they flew, as if to say, "The telegram is coming, urging us to go to the south quickly!" "

8. Autumn rain hit them in the face. Piles of dark gray clouds hold the earth low. It is already late autumn. The endless trees in the forest are all bare, and the old tree stands gloomily, with brown moss covering its wrinkles. Ruthless autumn peeled them off.

9. Savor the autumn rain, let's walk into the autumn streets together! On both sides of the street, the originally leafy trees seem to have lost their proper colors. There is a faint silvery white in the sky, and the continuous autumn rain is as fine as a dime a dozen. Continuous autumn rain falls slowly and flows into the earth; Flowing into rivers; Flowing into the Yangtze River; Flowed into people's hearts.

10, autumn, golden world, write a beautiful and moving song. I love autumn! Love this sweet autumn, love this autumn rain, love this poetic autumn, love this fairy tale autumn! Go into nature and look for autumn fairy tales. ...

1 1, autumn, golden world, write a beautiful and moving song. I love autumn! Love this sweet autumn, love this autumn rain, love this poetic autumn, love this fairy tale autumn! Go into nature and look for autumn fairy tales. ...

12. Autumn is wine, autumn is a magnificent poem and autumn is a touching song. If the four seasons are a drama with ups and downs, then autumn is this drama.

Autumn is beautiful. Autumn wind blows gently, the treetops are golden, and occasionally a few leaves fall, like dancers in the wind, beautiful and moving. The autumn sky is blue, and occasionally swallows pass by, like beautiful notes, in the air. The mountains are red in autumn. Look at the maple leaves all over the mountain. They are as red as fire and dyed all over the hillside.

14. At sunset, the leaves of Populus euphratica were covered with a red glow. The tree of Populus euphratica is full of shining light, such as a gorgeous yellow shirt, which has outstanding charm and fullness. In the autumn wind, it is graceful and full of autumn colors. Bathed in the afterglow of the sunset, everything in front of me becomes sparkling and resplendent. Autumn scenery seems to be painted with a layer of color, which makes it more charming. Walking back along the path, the footsteps are light, like flying in a painting, refreshing and pleasing to the eye, refreshing and refreshing, with a sense of reinvention.

Autumn is happy. Children can play games and football on the grass. If you want to come out to play, adults will agree, because it's not that hot. In parks, campuses, and playgrounds, laughter and the feeling of autumn are everywhere.

16, mature in autumn. Look at the golden rice, flaming sorghum and full corn; There are also newly listed fruits: oranges in Huang Chengcheng, red apples and snow-white pears, all quietly telling you that autumn is the harvest season.

17 autumn is a beautiful season; Autumn is the season when melons and fruits are fragrant and harvest joy; Autumn is a season full of childlike interest; Children can catch crickets and pick fruits, fly kites in golden fields and pick up fallen leaves in the Woods. When the collected leaves are put together into patterns, they will be the most beautiful pictures in the world.

18, autumn wind, waves and leaves in Dongting-Chu State in the Warring States Period? Qu Yuan's Nine Songs? Xiangfuren

19, stopping to meditate, the fallen leaves fold and thicken in the gaze, as if telling the world with their own persistent position that their loyalty and dedication to the tree have turned into spring mud. The more they see the calmness and silence of the yellow leaves, the more difficult it is to suppress their melancholy. I wish I could see a golden rice field and let the dazzling scene drive away the terrible vanity in my heart. Unfortunately, the rice fields along the road are more desolate after the autumn harvest. Fortunately, there are sweet potatoes in some places, and the green purple potato leaves let me see the vitality of the earth in late autumn and feel the enthusiasm in my heart.

20. Baskets of oranges and piles of lychees are all fresh and make your mouth water.

2 1, autumn leaves fall and yellow hearts are melancholy.

22, autumn wind blowing gently, sad and slow.

Autumn is always so sad. Yesterday, the vibrant green leaves suddenly turned yellow. ...

Even if the leaves of life fall, life is beautiful, because the leaves have returned to heaven and earth.

25. Victory, joy and laughter, like a wisp of smoke, regret, sadness and tears, will always be in the dark culvert and beside the low trees, firmly wrapped in black tulle. Open it later, on another page, I will sob silently!

26. Avoiding and rejecting love is actually for love. To love without love is to understand love. Kind love.

27. I am your lake in rainy days, embracing the tenderness you gave me.

28. I only go to Yuan Ye for a walk at dusk, with my back to the sunset and carrying a small basket.

29. The sunset caressed this sad season with her gentle hands, giving the whole earth a ray of hope-vitality. And the sunset glow around her is full of blood, changing all the time, getting more and more prosperous in a hurry, and finally dyeing half the sky red.

30. In my heart, there is a plum rain, which doesn't seem to fade slightly with age. Let it fall, it will fall in my sentimental life.

3 1, Ye, leave the trunk, just like I left you, heading for extinction. ...

32. The leaves fly away not because of the pursuit of the wind, but because the trees don't stay!

33. Leaves that don't want to leave can't be brought back to the maple tree. The maple is not unwilling but irreversible. .............

34. Some people say, "Listening to the rain and enjoying your unique mood is a feeling of happiness.

35. It's another autumn with falling leaves. Incomplete memories, like nightingales, shuttle through the dark and lonely night and indulge their sadness in old tears. Dead leaves are yellower, and the wind blows down the sad "butterflies" tirelessly, and they take away one after another.

36. It is raining again. I remember when it rained last year, I asked you if I wanted to write you an article. You smiled and said, well, I really hope to see myself appear in Yan Yan's article and then, no, there is no later, only once and now.

37. Rain is aura. Different time and space will always change different faces, and sometimes we have to play the art of separation. At the same time, you can enjoy its rain and dew in different places, and no matter whether others like it or not, you always come and go whenever you want. This is rain.

38. In this rotating season, the green forest has withered as before, the forest shadows have turned yellow, the leaves have been scattered, there are overwhelming scars, but there is no sound ... The breath has taken away the air-dried memories, taken away the indifferent leisure, and once again felt sad in the desolation and sadness of this autumn-this is a regrettable season.

39. The autumn wind crept into my heart.

40. As the morning dew falls, the sound of logging jingles in 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.

4 1, I always thought, wave over, bury everything, love the wind, be sad, don't want to think, never forget. Leaves fly away not because of the pursuit of the wind, but because the trees don't stay!

42. In this rotating season, the green forest has withered as before, the forest shadows have turned yellow, the leaves have been scattered, there are overwhelming scars, but there is no sound ... The breath has taken away the memory that has been dried, taken away the indifferent leisure, and once again felt sad in the desolation and sadness of this autumn-this is a regrettable season.

43. Love is like a flower, which blooms and falls; It is fog, and the wind blows away the fog; You can never hold it. Cool.

44. I always thought I buried everything with a wave of my hand. I love the wind and become sad. I don't want to think about it, but I never forget it.

45. As the morning dew falls, the sound of logging jingles in 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.