2. On a cool and clear autumn night, the bright and red Mars adds a lot of brilliance and interest to us in the starry sky. Recently, Mars rises from the southeastern horizon after eight o'clock every night. It's brighter than any other star in the nearby sky and is easy to find no matter where you are.
3. The autumn wind comes to the forest, which is a paradise for insects, and the autumn insects are vying to chirp. Crickets, grasshoppers, weavers, grasshoppers know cicadas. One sound, one after another, far and near, high and low, long and short, thick and thin, just like a wonderful song. These notes of nature make up the autumn. 's sonata. All the composers and performers in the vibrant concert hall added infinite vitality to this autumn. The music score of nature and the performance of insects make the forest more harmonious and full of vitality. The music of nature will also make us immersed in it and intoxicated.
4. The fog shrouded the green mountains. The mountains took off the green gauze they used to wear and put on a white autumn clothes, but it was also very thin. The clothes were blown by the autumn wind. There is always an elegant feeling when falling. The mountain always stands there, using its huge body to resist the attack of the autumn wind. Everything is solemn and everything is strong.
5. The fallen leaves are like songs. The fallen leaves complete their journey little by little, but they will eventually turn into soil.
6. In autumn, in the autumn day, I think about the words In the wonderful melody, the strings of life are plucking the fallen leaves of every life. Sometimes the earth is tilted like a violent storm, and a piece of beautiful golden silk falls, covering the journey of life coming and going. Sometimes it is like an ethereal and gauzy song. The dream girl, gently depressed, unwilling to wake up the sleeping earth, walked quietly, her dance steps lightly floating in the direction of the wind. The precipitation dissolves the loneliness and the lingering trace.
7. The earth is wearing a golden sweater, withered yellow leaves and bright maple leaves falling down, like a few colorful butterflies flying in the air. Although the frost is coming, Grandpa Qingsong is still wearing a green robe, which makes him look even greener. In the garden, the chrysanthemums are blooming, red as fire, pink as clouds, and white as snow, so beautiful. All the leaves on the persimmon trees have fallen, but the yellow persimmons are still hanging on the fingers, like large and small orange lanterns, and the red crabapples weigh down the branches.
8. The ripe red beans, some like agate, some like pearls, are hanging all over the branches, forming a small flower umbrella with the dense green leaves, so cute!
9. I bent down to pick up the fallen leaf and looked at it, I couldn't help but want to trace back what it looked like when I was young. It must be verdant and tender, and must have clear veins, but even if it has a shocking brilliance of life, it cannot deviate from the laws of nature. As the clouds roll in and the tide rises and falls, its soft leaves dry up unconsciously, and the orange patches on the leaves are the imprints left by the wind and rain.
10. The weather in late autumn is getting colder, and the leaves have turned yellow and fallen to the ground, like a yellow carpet. Only the camphor tree cannot bear to wither, giving it a sense of independent cold autumn.
11. The autumn wind is desolate, rolling up the long yellow sand, with withered leaves flying all over the sky. The pieces are like butterflies and elves, floating in the sky for a long time and refusing to fall. After a while, it lay quietly on the ground again, telling its sorrow alone. Everything was so quiet. I didn’t hear the joy of the harvest, I didn’t see the fruitful results, and I couldn’t even imagine that this was the autumn I was waiting for. In this autumn, the only fear is that the leaves will fall! I originally said that the melody of autumn is tense and radical, but I can't understand its rhythm. It is more like the helplessness and melancholy in "Autumn Moon in the Han Palace". I thought autumn would be a joyful and picturesque place with pleasant scenery, but the real thing is bare branches and sparse trees.
12. The long-awaited autumn has finally come, and that leaf leaves a startling glimpse in my eyes like a dragonfly on water, easily piercing the gloom in my heart, and the long and complicated worries are also like The flying yellow leaves of autumn will eventually settle.
13. Fallen leaves hurried past. But I can't imagine the last threshold at the end of life and what is behind it. But I think every tree of life that is close to it will fly its last leaf at the last moment.
14. Picking up a few fallen leaves that fell in front of my feet like elves, I was surprised to find that the fallen leaves in autumn are also so colorful: the dark green has not faded away, but the It has a mature golden color; it may be old, and its face only has a brown color. Although it is not as colorful as the sunset, and although it is not as gentle and elegant as the willow tree, it is enough to move people's hearts. Green like jade, brown like night, gold like clouds... intertwined into a colorful picture on the ground.