Orange is the color of autumn, whether it is dignified and beautiful chrysanthemums or autumn leaves falling all over the sky, it is the same color. But people appreciate the beauty of chrysanthemums and forget the autumn leaves. Autumn leaves love autumn, it
I often shake my head and think back to the beautiful figure of autumn. Autumn takes away the soul of the leaves. Yuzryha grows old in lovesickness, from leaf root to leaf tip, from missing to missing. The slow change fascinates me and makes me unforgettable.
The scenery of autumn leaves can be divided into three types. Or green and yellow, or gold, or yellow and brown appear alternately. Each color has its own unique scenery and connotation.
Whenever I walk on the road, I often look up for a tree with green and yellow leaves. It seems to be what I looked like when I was young, like a transition from youth to maturity, and I can still recall the confused teenagers at the school gate when I graduated.
At this time, the leaves have not lost all moisture, and they are still crisp and firm. Looking at the vast sky, I seem to find the charming figure of autumn and gradually get intoxicated. May the colors of life light up the road ahead. Summer qi
Breath has not faded, but autumn scenery came. When prosperity is exhausted, there is an illusion that prosperity is exhausted between imitations. Maybe this is the reason for the sad autumn.
My favorite is the golden leaves. Such leaves are soft. In the sun, it is a flawless work of art, the golden leaves and brown trunks are so harmonious, and each leaf is so delicate.
To, every distance is so balanced. I know that it has long suffered from deep lovesickness and is willing to give everything just to see the broad cheeks and sweet smile in autumn under the veil. Golden leaves bring me no at different angles.
The same visual scenery, but the only constant is the little brilliance leaked from the yellow leaves, which is gently sprinkled on the face. That feeling is like happiness. The sunshine is no longer dazzling, but it has turned into flowing autumn water and slowly slipped down my face.
Cheeks, everything becomes sacred and warm, as warm as a wanderer's home.
Yellow and brown leaves have the most connotation. Some leaves are still shining with golden light, but some are dead. They have lost water, but their roots are still hanging on the tree. Maybe they will be blown away by the wind.
Suddenly turned into soil, but the love for autumn has already turned into obsession. I am willing to be driven into the soil to nourish future generations and let them continue to chase and love autumn. Dead leaves are so dazzling in gold, but they are so harmonious. it has
I can't finish the story, but I can't finish the candle in front of the wind.
Autumn is beautiful, and the leaves are more beautiful. In this crisp autumn season, accompanied by warm sunshine, I would like to chase this autumn with autumn leaves.
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In my mind, there is no clear boundary between summer and autumn. The only thing that makes me feel good is autumn leaves.
Suddenly, like the autumn wind, thousands of trees turn yellow in full bloom. I just feel that this autumn has come more suddenly than in previous years. The clothes that haven't come yet are cold. Walking was full of energy yesterday, but now the candles are dying.
Under the tree, there are autumn leaves falling freely like butterflies from time to time, which are chic and leisurely. The cold wind swept through the Woods, and soon yellow flowers piled up all over the floor. Can't tell who is behind first, announce the arrival of autumn. If you know, you must pick it up again.
Throw it in the air and let him be online at that moment.
In this small town far from the sea, I am used to the taste of autumn here, which is dry and dry, but there is a faint fragrance in it. It's like a good jar of wine, with endless aftertaste. Breathe greedily, then stand alone between heaven and earth, close your eyes, mobilize your senses, and appreciate all kinds of autumn customs and different feelings of poets and writers at home and abroad.
There are poems about autumn in this book. I estimate that compared with the number of fallen leaves this year, there is not much difference. Its contents include homesickness, homesickness, homesickness ... Lv Wan and Qian Qian are different, but I have a special liking for Liu Yuxi's "Autumn is sad and lonely, and I say autumn wins spring". Who defines autumn as a sad and lonely stage? I prefer to look at autumn scenery optimistically and positively than sadness and loneliness.
The iconic poem of autumn: boundless robbery and rustling. Falling wood gives most people the feeling of ending, sadness and loneliness. And it is Gong Zizhen's: turning into spring mud protects flowers more. But the falling of fallen leaves is not the end forever.
Knot, but a short rest. In the near future, his soul will wake up again, proudly between heaven and earth in another way, coquettish as ever. Listen carefully and feel with your heart, and you will feel very quiet in autumn.
In the prosperous season of vitality, he is not the end, nor is he sad or lonely.
In late autumn, the tree stood naked, but under his protection, the autumn grass did not want to recede the pale yellow green. In order to maintain the only visible vitality between heaven and earth, it is not extinguished, and it is intentionally immortal. Stick to that strength and persistence. Hold on! Leave an unbeaten banner for this year's vitality and sound the drums of victory for next year's prosperity.
I like autumn. I don't know when it started. I only remember the recent autumn. I specially picked some thin yellow leaves from the branches and put them in my book. Although I know how reluctant he is, I hope he is.
It can make autumn in my heart become a short and eternal season. Maybe when I stumble and play with frivolous youth, I will see an autumn leaf, which has been lying quietly for many years and has not fallen.
However, I think of today's people and today's things, and then sigh the past autumn customs.