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When the autumn wind blows coolness, the sky is quietly dotted with several clouds-this is the white of the sky.
After a short autumn rain, the sky is clear in Wan Li. White clouds rise and fall. Look up at this piece, like a cotton flower that just burst open; Looking at the regiments in the distance, they seem to be bleating, like a flock of sheep scrambling to eat grass.
Another gust of wind passed, and the clouds glided slowly, casting a thin reflection on the flat or undulating land when the golden sun was covered; When the twittering domestic birds fly under the clouds, it is like holding such a group of small creatures with open arms. This season, the sky always looks higher and wider. The washed blue sky and soft white clouds make people feel that their hearts are no longer restless and seem to be gentle. This tenderness, with the smell of autumn harvest, is like mellow milk, with a strong sweetness, scratching on people's noses and hearts.
But this white color is not static. Climbing to the top of the Chaoyang mountain, the blue sky gradually turns golden, rendering a golden red on the clouds, like a delicate and gentle fairy dancing in the sky with luxurious gauze; When the sunshine at noon is warm, the white that was originally gathered together has dispersed a lot shyly, floating gently in the blue sky, like a phantom, as blue as white. And when the sunset is like fire, the night oppresses the last spark to fall to the west. How can the white sky be white? I sighed, white is gentle, seems to be weak. However, when I looked at the quiet clouds before the full moon, I vaguely saw a touch of white reflected by the moonlight in the dark night. I suddenly realized. Yes, white is not static, it will change almost because of the addition of any color. However, these appearances, like the sunrise in the morning, like the gauze at noon, like the red light in the evening, are only temporary scenes, but the clouds are gentle and considerate to the world.
This white, it knows it is white.
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Looking forward to, looking forward to, with flocks of geese flying south, the footsteps of autumn are approaching.
Everything is sunny. The fruit is ripe, the autumn insects chirp, and the weather is cold.
The grass secretly hung its head like an old man. In the garden and in the field, look, there are many such trees. There are many people in the fitness area behind our school. Some play Tai Ji Chuan, some play chess, and some kick shuttlecock. This is a colorful picture of life in autumn.
Buttonwood, paulownia, ginkgo, willow, you won't let me, I won't let you, leaves are falling from the trees. Pieces of golden leaves dance like butterflies, and the road is covered with golden leaves, like a golden road, leading people to a golden tomorrow and a golden future. The flowers in the flower bed have withered, and only a few Chinese rose flowers are in bloom. When I close my eyes, it seems that there are colorful Chinese rose flowers in the flower bed in summer, which gives people beautiful enjoyment.
Autumn comes to the orchard and the grapes are ripe, like a purple necklace. The golden banana, hanging on the tree, looks like the yellow moon. Not to be outdone, grapefruit held its head high in the tree.
Autumn, like a mature woman, enriches farmers' income.
Autumn is like a patient old man, she waits.