Sycamore trees stood quietly on both sides of the road. The broad leaves were green and yellow, yellow and withered, and they were silent for many years. Even in the cool summer, when people walk under its shade, it doesn't cause much emotion and concern. It was not until the autumn wind blew that it became a role on the stage of nature.
In the wind, the plane trees shake violently, and the yellow leaves fly, like birds flying in the wilderness, and then rotate, scatter and overwhelm. The scene is spectacular! From a distance, it is doubtful that butterflies meet near Dali in spring. From a close look, it is clearly a flying phoenix rain.
Rain falls gently on vehicles and pedestrians on the road, spreading on both sides of the road, like a yellow carpet. The bare plane tree looks more handsome, tall and straight, covered with gray, so extraordinary in the twilight, as if telling people a sad story.
The third paragraph is good!