Poems about tree-lined paths in autumn 1. Poems about tree-lined paths in winter
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-Frost (The Road Not Taken)
There are two roads in the yellow forest.
Unfortunately, I can't participate at the same time.
I stood at that intersection for a long time,
I looked at a road that I could see,
Until it disappeared into the jungle.
But I chose another path,
It's lush and lonely,
Appear more attractive and beautiful;
Although on this road,
There are few travelers' footprints.
The leaves fell to the ground that morning,
Neither road is polluted by footprints.
Ah, leave a way, see you another day!
But I know this road has no end,
I'm afraid I can't go back.
Maybe in a few years, somewhere,
I will sigh softly and look back:
There are two roads in the forest-
I chose a lonely one,
From then on, it decided my life path.
2. Poems on tree-lined paths in winter
There is no choice-there are two roads in the yellow frost forest. It's a pity that I can't get involved at the same time. I stood at that intersection for a long time. I watched a road until it disappeared into the depths of the jungle.
But I chose another road, which is lush and lonely, more attractive and more beautiful; Although there are few travelers' footprints on this path. There were fallen leaves all over the ground that morning, and neither road was polluted by footprints.
Ah, leave a way, see you another day! But I know it's a long way to go, and I'm afraid I can't go back. Maybe many years later, somewhere, I will look back with a sigh: two roads diverged in a forest-and I chose the less traveled one, which decided my life path from now on.
3. Beautiful sentences describing tree-lined paths
mournful winds and monotonous rains
I really want to get caught in a rain, and I really want the rain to wash away that memory. Maybe the rain will wake me up. The feeling of raindrops hitting the face will make people confused whether it is tears or rain, so I can say: boys don't cry!
Rain gently and softly sprinkled on the earth, washed away all the dirty dust on the earth, giving people a clean feeling, but the cold rain could not wash away my gray mood! Perhaps our meeting is like a dream, a dream that makes me happy for a while but makes me sad for a long time. I walked out of the noisy street, and the world of lights was so far away from me. I walked to the middle of the avenue and stood there, only the sound of rain before and after, and people didn't know where to hide. Great! I can miss you heartily, call you deeply ... holding an umbrella and chanting your name over and over again, I have a soft and warm feeling, and I can hardly breathe. There have been scenes, and one shot after another seems to have been discussed a long time ago, slowly passing by my eyes in the rain, slowly passing by. ...
The landscape is still long, and the sun and the moon turn to tears! That day, you left me, and my desolate heart was ignored. I never imagined that one day you could come back, see my trauma and feel melancholy, because I didn't want you to be unhappy at all. Standing on the tree-lined path of the campus, I felt a twinge of pain in my heart when I looked at the double shadows vaguely embracing each other not far away.
Rain fell from the sky on the umbrella and wet my cold body. I just stood there, I don't know how long I've been standing, and I don't know if I'm tired. I can no longer choose to stare at you with such a sad look, and my feeling of happiness has turned into heartache! I can't see whether the rain is horizontal or oblique, and my umbrella doesn't know which direction to cover. An umbrella, a person, walking in the wind and rain is so lonely! Staring at your distant back, I have been satisfied with your happiness, and then turned around silently, leaving the corner where I can appreciate you without being known by you. It's just a quick glance, but it's enough for me to relive the whole day.
The rain stopped slowly, and the bleak autumn wind blew away the roses all over the ground, turning them into tears and drifting away into clouds. My heart is lost, but I can't find it with the bleak autumn wind! Fall to the ground and become dust. Who ever thought that prayer could make the sky starry and get sincere and eternal love; Who once held a rose and prayed for the happiness of dawn, but raised his hand in the sunset and let the petals fall with the wind! Until what time, looking up at the rainbow can be seen by geniuses, and looking back at the wind can't see the dust; Until when, really a flower can be exchanged for four seasons? Perhaps the water grows eastward, and things are different; Perhaps the fate of this brush has passed in retrospect! Perhaps my imagination is so rich that I forget that I am not a god; Maybe I was so stubborn that I forgot that God disposes. I am not a god, but I hope that the gods will be moved and God will be in charge, but I believe that God knows. Find a piece of pure land to plant roses and draw a blueprint instead of the sky. I hope that the four seasons will be free and the flowers will be gorgeous; May the autumn wind be like a song, and true love last forever!
4. Sentences describing roads
1. On the left side of the entrance of our school, there is a beautiful campus path with several tall mango trees.
The trunk of mango tree is thick and grayish brown. Its branches grow thin and long, and the dense branches are intertwined.
2. The tree-lined paths on campus are very distinctive, and there are many kinds of trees. French paulownia is tall and straight, and its palm-sized heart-shaped leaves are like handfuls of small umbrellas, shielding people from the sun. 3. Cross the Tianyou Bridge, then turn left and take a tree-lined path.
On the left side of the road, there is a small lake whose name I don't know yet. There is a small pavilion above the small lake, which is a good place for couples to linger. 4. Paths on campus, ah, long paths.
The morning dew taps on the road, and when autumn comes to fruition, the red leaves flutter brightly and fall on my beloved notebook, so it's best to make a bookmark.