The leaves are as green as a flawless jade.
Leaves fell from the tree like snowflakes.
Leaves are like boats waiting for the wind.
A gust of autumn wind blows, and leaves fall like butterflies.
A gust of autumn wind blew and the leaves fell like snowflakes.
Gleditsia sinensis is a huge umbrella with lush leaves.
Leaves are falling like snowflakes.
The leaves are green, like the painter's green pigment.
Leaves are as green as emeralds.
Leaves are flying in the air like butterflies.
Leaves are as green as jasper.
In autumn, leaves are floating in the wind, just like a dancing butterfly.
The leaves are as green as a flawless jade.
In autumn, leaves fly down from trees like lovely birds.
The leaves are very green, like emerald that is getting dark!
A gust of autumn wind blows, and the leaves fall slowly, dancing like golden butterflies.
In autumn, leaves fly down from trees like lovely birds.
The leaves of the plane are like a pile of blue flames.
Leaves fall like butterflies.
Leaves fall from the sky like parachutes.
Maple leaves are like palms, and maple leaves are like petals.
A gust of autumn wind blows, and leaves fall like butterflies.
In autumn, leaves fall slowly from the branches like butterflies.
The green willow leaves are like a girl's curved eyebrows.
Leaves fall like boats.
Pine leaves stand on the branches like slender needles.
Leaves fall like feathers.
Dense foliage is a hand that only opens in all directions.
A gust of autumn wind blows, and the leaves fall slowly, dancing like golden butterflies.
A willow leaf fell into the water like a boat.
Flame-like airplane blades are like big cattail fans.
Beautiful sentences describing leaves are figurative sentences.
The green leaves of the red maple tree have just experienced a heavy rain, and water droplets are still hanging on the green leaves. Looking deeper, the dense maple leaves, with sparkling water droplets, shuttle through the branches.
In autumn, I like to go to the mountains to see the beautiful maple forest best. One evening, facing the sunset glow, I came to the long-lost maple forest again. At this time, the leaves of the maple tree appear redder. It seems that we are competing with the sunset glow, who is more prosperous and who is more eye-catching.
The hot summer passed quietly and colorful autumn came. Look, the maple tree suddenly turned red. The whole maple forest turned into a sea of fire, and even the people in it were reflected in red.
Maple leaves gradually turn yellow and wither. A gust of wind blew, and several yellow leaves floated down and fell to the ground, which was covered with a golden carpet; Floating to the lake, awakened the little golden carp sleeping under the lotus leaf.
You see, maple leaves are swaying gently in the cool autumn wind, just like smiling little red faces, welcoming the arrival of gorgeous autumn. At this time, I can't help but think of Du Mu's poem: "Stop and sit in the maple forest late, and the frost leaves are red in February."
The arrival of autumn, the most beautiful, is just the fiery red maple leaves like a flame. On the tree, pieces of red maple stand on the branches; Under the tree, pieces of red maple lay on the ground again.
Small flowers suddenly appeared in the green leaves of the red maple. Unique flowers, flat, flat, without stamens. And the little flowers in the green leaves, * * * * *.
On both sides of the path, tall maple trees have been shrouded in fiery red maple leaves. After the rain washed away, the original red maple leaves are particularly enchanting, and with the thick fallen leaves on the ground, heaven and earth seem to be connected as one. Coupled with the rain and fog in the maple forest, it gives people a feeling of being in a fairyland.
Xiangshan is a famous forest park in Beijing. In autumn, clusters of red maple leaves cover the trees. The panorama looks like a burning mountain. I tell you, the red maple leaf in Xiangshan is one of the most famous scenery in Beijing!
Autumn is coming. At this time, the leaves of other trees began to wither and fall, and this is the most brilliant time for maple trees.
When the earth just woke up, the red maple had already pulled out its fiery buds. They slowly grow into young leaves and fold up like a small sunflower fan with a diameter of only cm.
The red maple leaves sandwiched in one of my favorite books are a little yellow now, with my and Yang's names written on them, as well as my crooked handwriting and his beautiful running script.
Mr. Liu, the tour guide, took us to climb the mountain first and took Hongfeng Road. Everyone climbed to the top of the mountain easily. There are red maple trees by the road, red as fire and yellow as sand.
At the foot of my hometown Changbai Mountain, there are pieces of red maple trees, which I like very much. I remember a poet who described it as "The Maple Grove stops to love the Maple Grove late, and the frost leaves are red in February flowers". "Indeed, maple trees in autumn are as red as fire, as red as chardonnay and as red as flowers.
There are two tall triangular maples in our campus. Now that spring is coming, the leaves are green. In autumn, their leaves will become as red as flowers.
The maple leaves are all gone, and the old straight trunk is bare. It stood in the cold, like a soldier guarding the frontier.
The red maple is as red as fire under the sunshine, and the breeze blows, like a little flame flashing and jumping. Another maple tree ten meters away from it is still lush and full of vitality.
Whenever the autumn is crisp, there is always an endless stream of tourists who go to Tianping Mountain to see the red maple, and the red maple all over the mountain is even more intoxicating.
The red maple lights up autumn, and when autumn comes, all the red maples are all over the mountains to express their joy.
Looking at the red maple all over the mountain, it looks like a red ocean from a distance, bright and dazzling.
The branches of maple trees have become thicker and the leaves have turned dark green, which is very lush.
The branches of the maple are sprouting and green. As time goes on, the color gets darker and darker, and those new buds are like green flowers on the tree, very beautiful.
Poems like leaves, ancient poems.
Youth Tourism after Double Ninth Festival
[Song] Yan Shu
After the Double Ninth Festival, the west wind gradually tightened and leaves fell in the courtyard. Zhu Lan is the dawn, and Furong is enchanting, fighting for Fang Xin. Before and after first frost, the moon was red and pale, and it was bright and rejuvenated. Don't divide Joan calyx equally. Give it to the right person.
Traveling alone in the west of the city
[Song] Lu You
The shogunate returned to old Ling Wei with good mountains and rivers.
Idiot has already sent his official business. I should have known when he would return.
Avoid heat, the greenhouse gathers itself, and the leaves of tall trees fly first in autumn.
Dare to make up for the position of previous teachers in poetry, and usurp the old fisherman in Jiangtou.
Eight ancient imitations
[Song] Chen Pu
Autumn night is like a year, and the wall is cold.
The bright moon shines on the leaves, and the white dew sings Qingtong.
The purple jade harp is cold, and it turns into a feather Gong Ling.
Three bullets can't be adjusted, and a hundred blue shots are played.
Five ode poems
[Song] Shi Liang
The golden wind rises, the leaves fall and the body is exposed.
I'll let you know and enjoy it quickly. Turn around and think about it,
I mistook it for a wooden spoon.
Opening the furnace to save tax
[Song] Xue Ying
What it's like to be idle, old vimo.
There is a small stove in the hut, and there are many leaves in the deserted garden.
Moving the window will give a plum blossom shadow, and drying the grass will make up the fish.
It seems that resigning is better than suffering, and a cold is still a pillow.
Xiao Hu Yin Yin
Yuan Zhen
Ray Kim values his daughter. Will come from the three Gorges stream,
Open the window and brush the seat. Zhu Xian whirled like a phoenix's foot and struck a few times with the wind and rain.
Mourning refers to Dong Jiaben, and Jiang Sheng has wonderful thoughts. Pan-emblem, Hu Yan, Yan Zi, rustling,
The pulley goes round and round. The feeling of swallowing hatred and sealing Hou is suddenly enlightened and inspiring, so the heart of the country is clear.
Doubt is a wild goose, and cymbals are like singing. The signs of uterine abortion are gradually suffocating,
Don't be so eager to fly. Autumn frost is full of leaf wind, and cold chicks fall to the ground and cry blood.
The mourning string has stopped. I hate long spring, but I hate my hometown. My hometown is located in the Great Wall Cave.
Wen plays with a wandering heart. The narrow sleeves are short and the mink is short, and the rouge mountain bends the bright moon.