2. You see, the maple leaves are fiery red, glowing red, bright red, dancing assiduously in the autumn wind, laughing assiduously in the sunset, and showing their female talents 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."
I can't help spinning in the autumn leaves whirling with the wind. I shouted excitedly: "I love you-autumn leaves." There was also a happy echo in the Woods. ...
I looked up, and what I saw was a flaming maple forest. That maple leaf is so bright and warm. I walked into the maple forest, picked up a maple leaf and observed it carefully. This maple leaf looks like a beautiful red five-star and an open palm. Veins stretch freely among leaves, as if it were the most beautiful here, but quietly add a touch of beauty to maple leaves. I looked at the maple leaf again. The color of this maple leaf is really beautiful. It is big red, so bright and beautiful.
You see, the maple leaves are fiery red, glowing with red light, bright red, dancing assiduously in the autumn wind, laughing assiduously in the sunset, and showing their female talents 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."
6. 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.
7. The beauty of maple trees in autumn is not only in the frosty plains, but also in the cool breeze.
8. Autumn is beautiful, and autumn leaves are even more beautiful. I love autumn, and I love autumn leaves more.
9. In the early 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.
10, just as I turned around, another peach leaf fell beside me. I bent down to pick it up and held it in my hand to study it carefully. What a special autumn leaf! It hasn't come yet, it has completely faded, and it still exudes a strong aroma.