Pear told me that it was autumn, and I put on the yellow clothes sent by Miss Autumn.
Apple told me that autumn was coming. Look at those glittering apples.
Grape told me it was autumn, and she gave me a string of purple agate.
Other imitation sentences about autumn
The wind came in a hurry and whipped the maple tree wildly, and its rags fell to the ground.
Autumn is like a selfless heart, which has experienced endless wind and rain, but it has broken the golden ground; Autumn, like a vigorous old general, has gone through a long time, but left countless great achievements; Autumn, like a knight who retired from the mountains, bid farewell to the weather-beaten past, but preserved the seeds that benefited the world.
Autumn has come, the leaves with a trace of nostalgia, with a trace of helplessness, pouncing on the embrace of the earth.
Look at that orchard. Bright red tomatoes stood in rows. Purple grapes sing in the sun. Green pears are covered with branches. The fruit is ripe and the orchard is busy harvesting. Fruitful autumn reveals the joy of harvest and the colorful scene of autumn. Autumn is more beautiful when melons and fruits are fragrant.
Sorghum is ripe, like a drunk. The wind came, and he was drunk and staggered.
The beauty of autumn is mature-it is not as shy as spring, so open in summer and so introverted in winter. The beauty of autumn is rational-it is not as charming as spring, so hot in summer and so subtle in winter.
In autumn, my mother came to give lessons to Sister Guihua, and Sister Guihua spread her light legs and began to dance!
Pieces of dancing leaves are swaying and dancing under the comfort of the breeze, which is beautiful and moving.
Autumn has come, and the yellow leaves come to the embrace of Mother Earth with graceful steps.
Autumn is lonely, it is the season of forgetting troubles, it is lofty, it is the season of placing worries, it is romantic, it is fruitful, it is bleak, and there is always a trace of melancholy and sadness in my heart. ...
Autumn has come, and the golden red fruit on the tree is smiling. They are nodding and smiling at us!
Leaves are flying in the forest, like groups of active golden butterflies playing in the air and falling from the air.
Hawthorn began to turn red, like a shy little girl, hiding half of her face.
Rice is like a girl wearing gold and silver in the wind, dancing happily. How beautiful!
Autumn is makeup, and Miss Maple Leaf's face is red, as if she were shy.
The surrounding buttonwood trees are all dressed in yellow. When you look closer, you can see that the leaves of the buttonwood are half green and half yellow, as if you don't want to take off a summer green dress.
In the orchard, apples are smiling beautifully, and clusters of grapes are like crystal clear agate; Oranges and pears, you squeeze me and touch me, vying for people to pick them; Pomegranates also grinned when they saw this happy scene. Pomegranate is like a sparkling gem.
Autumn has arrived, and the leaves on the tree have completed their great mission and fallen down without regrets.
Walking on the road in autumn, I looked up at the blue sky, soft clouds, and a breeze slowly blowing through my brow, which was a little cool.
Autumn is here, and the rice is ripe! Autumn is coming, and the rice is cooked like a swollen face.
In the orchard in autumn, the fruit is ripe, and the apple blushes like a fat doll.
When autumn comes, leaves are like yellowed letters sent by trees to the earth, one after another.
Autumn came to us with steady steps and quietly left.
Autumn wind is a loving mother, blowing gently, like combing green hair with a comb.
Autumn wind is telling its sad love story, which makes Ye Er's heart cold and hurts the feelings of flowers.
Autumn is golden rice in the field; Autumn is a tree full of fruits; Autumn is the well-being of working people; People's expectations for a bright future in autumn.
Autumn is like a middle-aged man in his forties. He is prosperous, rich and wise. It can also be said that autumn is like the god of color, which makes nature colorful. Autumn, like the god of harvest, has brought countless fruits to people. Autumn is like a god of joy, bringing people the joy of harvest.
Autumn has come, and the ears of rice in the crops hang their heads because they are wearing heavy golden crowns.
Autumn rain brings a harvest song to the earth and a happy song to the children.
Autumn is coming, persimmon seems unwilling to communicate with the outside world, turning red and blushing.
Qiu took out a small bag from her side and magically took out a lot of fruit and threw it under the stage. There seems to be endless fruit in the bag, which is inexhaustible. Heavy fruits fall to the earth and are covered with golden branches. What a fruitful autumn scenery!
Isn't the aura of life equally colorful? The long river of life is not a colorful flashing ribbon. On the Yuan Ye of life, burning with fervent pursuit, boiling blood and youthful vitality, countless magical dreams are turned into brilliant pictures. Autumn is like the middle age of life. After a long time, it is gradually enriched and matured.
Autumn is like a girl in the flower season, like a youthful teenager, like a green leaf after rain, like a new moon in the sky, which will always bring you enchanting and beauty.
The orange persimmon bent the treetops; Pomegranate also grinned at us mischievously.
I don't know when pomegranate's red face looks like a beautiful painting against the green leaves.
Autumn is the harvest season. Although many trees have lost all their leaves, many trees are full of fruits, such as pears, grapes, persimmons, pomegranates and apples. The field is golden rice, full of soybeans, and flocks of chickens and ducks compete to eat the left-behind rice in the field. Even the fish in the pond are very fat ... ah! Autumn is so beautiful, I love you autumn!
In autumn, jujube trees are covered with red dates, and the wind is blowing gently and dancing.
Autumn is a poem, a painting, a song and a beautiful dream. Autumn is beautiful, and beauty lies in the clarity.
There are several buttonwood trees on campus, which have turned crimson. When the autumn wind blows, the fallen leaves, like butterflies, fly happily in the sky, changing their dancing posture from time to time.
The breeze blew, and the leaves of big trees and small trees fluttered with the wind, shaking their little hands to say hello to passers-by.
A gust of autumn wind blew, and the leaves on the tree fell like drunken people.
In the field, golden ears of rice danced in the breeze to welcome the arrival of autumn.
A gust of autumn wind blows, the branches keep shaking, and the oranges on the branches dance with it!
Rice put on gorgeous gold clothes and hung her head shyly. The breeze is blowing and Tao Jin is rolling.
Mature pomegranates smile happily, bend over, and some even burst their stomachs.
Maple leaves in the valley, I don't know if they have drunk too much, and they are as red as flames.
The breeze blew, and the crumbling autumn leaves finally floated down and danced beautifully in the air.
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, as if covered with smoke. It is as dark as the sea outside. Only a few barks from far and near tell us that we are still in this world.
Leaves are swaying in the wind, exchanging information about spring and whispering to each other.
Corn is like a soldier in line, jade stick is like a horn, grinning, blowing his beard and glaring.
The sorghum is ripe. He looks up at the sky, greets birds and chats with white clouds.
Persimmons grin, especially in the sun, which makes people feel bright.
Huang Cancan's leaves danced, whirled and floated down from the trees, like a beauty.
In the red glow of the sky, the sun began to show her warm face slightly, with a hint of shyness, and Shimada Hanzo was in the glow. After a while, she added a warm smile and left the eastern horizon, revealing her graceful appearance.
Yellow leaves "shuashuashua" sang beautiful songs and danced beautifully, jumping down from the tree.
Autumn has arrived, and the golden fruits are lined up on the branches, waiting for the fruit farmers to review.
In autumn, a fallen leaf flutters with the wind, riding the wind to see the scenery on the horizon.
Corn kernels are like big gold teeth, which only make you smile from ear to ear.
In Tanobe, golden ears of rice kept shaking and flashing in the breeze.
Autumn is coming, and the endless golden wheat fields turn into golden light under the sunlight. The breeze blows, and the wheat waves are higher than each other; The apple on the tree blushed and smiled; Grapes are sparkling by the sun; Ruby pomegranate is like a lovely face of a little girl, hidden among branches.
A golden rice field is shining brightly in the sun. The autumn wind blows gently, setting off layers of golden lang, and wafting with fragrant rice.
Other varieties of grapes, such as the upside-down "pyramid", are really popular.
In autumn, maple leaves are red. It danced in the air and threw itself into the warm embrace of Mother Earth.
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.
Mature corn is like a woman with a child, holding a chubby little corn in her arms.
In autumn, rice is covered with a golden coat, and sorghum holds a red torch.
Sorghum blushed and smiled as if she had been praised by others.
The apple is as big as a small porcelain bowl, red and yellow, like the smiling face of Zhang Xiaomei's sister, so lovely.
The trees are covered with heavy fruits. They show round smiling faces and nod and smile at us.
What I see is golden yellow. The rice in the paddy field is golden, the heavy ears of rice bend the waist of the rice straw, and the sun shines seductively. When the wind blows, it sets off undulating waves; It is also like a little pump girl calling people: it's time to harvest.
Autumn is the season of harvest, and it is a bright smile on farmers' faces; Autumn is a sad season, and it is the melancholy of falling leaves all over the ground; Autumn is a diverse season, with joy, melancholy and sadness.
The yellow leaves left their mother's arms and slowly whirled into the water.
Golden rice is swaying in the breeze, as if welcoming us!
The apple was hanging on the branch, and his face was flushed, as if he were greeting people warmly.
A gust of autumn wind blows, and the yellow leaves slowly fall like dancing butterflies.
Autumn has come, and grandma's red dates are blushing like little girls who meet strangers.
It is also interesting to walk in the drizzle with a small umbrella. Pearly raindrops drift by, reaching out to touch the cool rain, which is very refreshing. A gust of autumn wind blew, and a few rays of rain hit my face, which made me feel a little cold. The rain is getting smaller and smaller, and waves of light flowers are floating in the drizzle. Although it is already late autumn, it shows great vitality after the drizzle.
Miss Qiu came to the world unconsciously and kept busy as soon as she came. She gave sorghum a red face; Put an orange "skirt" on the corn; Dress the rice in a golden suit. A gust of autumn wind blew, and rice quickly bent down, as if thanking Miss Qiu.
Because of the arrival of autumn, my heart is filled with a kind of sadness, lingering, dusty memories are always clearly opened.
When the cool autumn wind gently caressed the children's faces, the breeze splashed the paint on the leaves, and the composer wrote a beautiful "Autumn Rhyme" until autumn came.
Autumn is a poem, lofty and aloof; Autumn is spring, cold and uninhibited; Autumn is a white crane that flies forever.
In autumn, the heavy ears of grain bend over, which seems to tell people that they are full.
The wild flowers on the roadside are beautiful, but they haven't gone far, showing her sad beauty in the autumn cold. Insects are reluctant to offer their first swan song from time to time. Parthenocissus tricuspidata, whose corner is gradually reddening, is waving its doddering hands and feet and looking into the distance. Colorful butterflies don't want to die because they miss the flowers. They walked through youth, neither sad nor happy, and settled in the depths of time.
In autumn, maple leaves are red. From a distance, they look like a bride in a dress, dancing in the breeze.
A cotton peach the size of a steamed bread poked its head out from under the oily green cotton leaves and opened its mouth.
Autumn rain, like a shy little girl, always walks slowly and comes late.
Autumn is coming, the maple leaves are red and the wind is blowing, which sounds like waving to us.
Autumn is like a mother's hand, stroking our faces; Autumn is like a story, telling the scene of harvest; Autumn is like a gentle girl, depicting colorful nature.
Autumn has come, and the golden red fruit on the fruit tree is smiling. She is nodding to us.
In autumn, leaves fall one by one, and with a trace of regret, they throw themselves into the arms of Mother Earth. They are jumping, spinning, dancing and falling lightly.
Leaves swaying in the air, like a girl dancing in the air, so beautiful.
Mature pomegranate has a lovely round face and a doll-like smile, reporting mature good news to people.
Autumn is a golden harvest, autumn is a heavy fruit, and autumn is the laughter of people returning home with full loads. Autumn is full of bright gold, autumn is the red leaves of trees, and autumn is the season decorated with festive colors. Autumn is a splendid painting, a beautiful ballad and a poem full of wonderful feelings.
The footsteps of autumn are approaching, and the leaves dance with the autumn wind and jump into the embrace of the earth.
The breath of autumn is a silent contest. It overlooks the wildness and impetuousness of summer, shoots down the screaming cicada, sympathizes with the joy of crickets in the grass, stands on the corner of summer with a depressed attitude, waiting for the ice of carnival to unload, and begins another thrilling confession with the baptism of autumn rain.
There is a reality beyond our worries. In reality, we all have to face it and stick to our beliefs. This may also be the mood and spirit of autumn.
As soon as autumn comes, the leaves turn into angels in yellow skirts flying down from the trees.
Although it has been autumn for a long time, the feeling of soaking in smelly sweat all day in the hot summer this year is unforgettable, and it seems that the afterglow of summer is still lingering.
Autumn is rich, because the branches are full of fruits; Autumn is barren, because the flowers on the branches have already withered; Autumn is satisfying, because a year's hard work has finally paid off; Autumn is beautiful, dancing her skirt gracefully.
Autumn has come, and leaves are flying in the air like flying elves.
As soon as the wind blows, the leaves on the maple tree slowly fall with the wind and fall into the embrace of the earth with deep affection.
In autumn, the grass takes off all its clothes and gives it to the earth without stint, so that the earth can nourish everything more powerfully.
Continuous autumn rain, like a sad person's tears, keeps falling.
Tanobe, a girl in a golden skirt came to us with light steps in the breeze.
Red sorghum bent over, and the mature ears of wheat bowed their heads humbly, thanking the mother earth for her kindness.
Fruit trees in the north are also a miracle for Qiu Lai. The first is jujube; It will grow up in the corner, on the wall, beside the toilet and at the door of the kitchen. This is the heyday of autumn. Jujubes are like olives and pigeon eggs, showing light green and yellowish colors in small oval leaves. Jujube leaves fall, jujube is red, and there will be a northwest wind.
Autumn girl came with light steps, persimmon brother blushed and greeted Xiang Qiu girl with eggs.
In a blink of an eye, summer passed and Miss Qiu came in high spirits. People say autumn is beautiful, but what I want to say is that autumn is not "beautiful", that is, the changeable climate.
Persimmon trees about one meter long stand in rows in the garden of the community. In the autumn, what falls on the tree is my childhood that fades step by step, and it is the remnant of countless happiness. I remember that these trees were planted here with smiles and sweat when my grandmother was alive. Blink of an eye, has been fruitful.
In the golden plant oil field, a butterfly dances like a beautiful girl.
Autumn is the season of harvest, autumn is the season of golden fields and autumn is the season of hope.
Autumn is bright, autumn is brilliant, autumn is fiery and autumn is colorful. Autumn brings a bumper harvest to the earth, beauty to the world and happiness to us!
There is a large field near me, where the grains are fragrant. I saw sorghum blushing drunkenly, the sea of rice turning up golden waves, and the little corn wearing a small yellow robe showing a bright smile. Farmers' uncles are busy harvesting in front of the fields. When they saw the beautiful harvest, their faces were filled with happy smiles.
The autumn wind is cool, and pieces of yellow leaves are playing on the branches. You chase after me, so lively.
Autumn has come, and the golden red fruit on the tree is smiling. She nodded and smiled at us.
In the garden, many flowers have withered, and only * * is still in full bloom. They are colorful, with purple, yellow, white and green nodding frequently in the autumn wind.
Fall at the foot of the tree, return to the embrace of the earth, looking forward to the next new green.
Autumn is like a lovely child, waving a brush and putting new clothes on the leaves; Autumn is like a teenage girl, and the clear sky is like her pure and beautiful heart; Autumn is like a strong young man, propping up the blue sky with his arms and opening up a new road for us.