Fan: Late autumn composition loves late autumn, and autumn is strong. You see, the earth is full of fallen leaves, much like dancing elves. They confide in people with special love in the most special way ... autumn love is in the field, hope! The rice fields in Huang Chengcheng are endless, and the breeze blows, causing layers of golden waves.
Pieces of golden colors and heavy fruits are all gifts of autumn. The golden color everywhere made me see the joy of the farmer's uncle's harvest. Autumn love is in the far-reaching sky, look! Eyes are full of fresh blue. Occasionally, a few floating clouds fluttered in front of my eyes, like a boat passing gently. I suddenly felt that it was not that I was looking up at the sky, but that the sky contained me and contained me with its broad D mind. At this point, I seem to be divorced from myself and completely immersed in its gentle embrace. Love in autumn is on the blooming flowers, look! Chrysanthemums are red, yellow, white and pink ... chrysanthemums are neither exquisite nor luxurious.
But its extraordinary temperament and proud posture attract everyone. We should be grateful for the love in autumn, which brings us such great vitality when the flowers fall and before the cold comes. This is the best gift for us. Autumn love is in the autumn leaves, look! Leaves fall with the wind, and the wind accompanies Wu Ye. Appreciate the dancing of fallen leaves, quietly listen to the whisper of autumn wind, let it touch the tenderness in my heart, dance and hold the fallen leaves to the earth ... Autumn is drifting away among the fallen leaves, and I am waiting for it to come again, because-love is in late autumn. ...
Fan: Inadvertently, there were more yellow leaves on the ground and fewer red leaves on the trees. Autumn is fading away among the fallen leaves.
Walking leisurely on the path covered with red leaves and yellow leaves, the cold in winter is slowly coming. At the end of autumn, I listened to the sound of autumn.
Time is an ancient poem and an ancient river, and fallen leaves are melodious notes on the river.
The path is faint, few idle people pass by, only fallen leaves rustle under their feet. This is Qiu Ge-I listen to the autumn sound with silence.
Walking through the flower bed, the clothes are covered with chrysanthemum flowers. When I smell it with my nose, I feel refreshed and my whole body smells of chrysanthemums.
Autumn is warm and peaceful, just like talking and laughing with an old friend I haven't seen for a long time. Some people sing in a low voice at the end of Qiu Ge, singing about the vastness and tranquility of autumn. Let's sit down, have a cup of tea and feel the harmony of autumn with our heart.
Love is in late autumn, and autumn is strong. You see, the fallen leaves floating all over the street, yard and ground are like dancing elves. They confide in people silently with special love in the most special way. ...
Fan Wensan: Late autumn compositions meet in the twilight of late autumn.
"Break up!"
Quiet, quiet places are suffocating.
Love or not, it is a feeling, and there is no need to explain. Try not to let the moist things in your eyes flow down, muttering, "No regrets." Dress yourself in elegant clothes and give her a floating back-
A person walking on the way home, without greeting, without greeting, quietly enjoying the lost feelings. It's just Allen's song & gt. Deep and sad, I couldn't help but burst into tears.
Why are you crying? Who are you crying for? Because "it's not good to stay in Qian Fan"? Or for a "intestinal segment from Pingzhou"? Emotion has gone through many vicissitudes, and I have paid a lot of sincerity. Don't feel suddenly enlightened. Why not cherish yourself once?
Fortunately, I found the confident me, the real me, and the one with good feelings.
Wandering between heaven and earth, send me a piece of blue sky, ok?
Fan: Late Autumn Composition This autumn, I deeply realized the warmth of love, and that warm current surged in my heart.
Autumn is an unforgettable season. Autumn, a golden season. Autumn is the harvest season.
Most crops are ripe, and the corn in Huang Chengcheng is very beautiful. And cotton is snow-white, like small snowflakes in winter and white clouds.
I offered to help my mother pick corn. At first, I could only pick it by hand. The skin of corn is hard and needs to be pulled off. Scratch it, and there will be broken corn or other dirty things on your fingers. My fingers began to hurt, so I ran home and took a special thing for picking corn. Then I went to pick corn. My mother asked me with concern, "What did you go back to do?" I replied, "I'll get something special for picking corn." After that, my mother seemed relieved and continued to bow her head to pick corn.
I thought happily, "I collect tips on picking corn." Every time I choose one, it's 50 cents. I'll take my mother's money then. I have earned 3 yuan now, but it is not the time to collect money. "
I was absent-minded. Suddenly, accidentally, the thing that baked corn didn't stick to the corn husk, but stuck to my hand. My hand was pricked and I grinned with pain. My mother happened to see it. Although it was only a minor injury, my mother washed my wound for fear of infection. I quickly said, "Mom, it's just a small wound. It's okay. " Mother said firmly, "No, it must be cured." After that, my mother brought toilet paper from home, tore off one, and wrapped it for me in less than 5 seconds. I was particularly moved at that time.
On Saturday, when I was pouring hot water, I was scalded by hot water. Fortunately, my mother wasn't there at that time, otherwise I would have to worry again.
When I went out to play, I deliberately hid my hand in my pocket so that my mother wouldn't see it, but it still couldn't escape my mother's "picky eyes."
"Take your hands out of your pockets." I was immediately seen through by her. My mother is like a senior detective. I took my hand out slowly. My mother saw that there was a big bag in my hand, so she quickly brought a band-aid and wrapped my hand.
Mom, you have always loved me, but I realized it was too late!
Fan: I love late autumn because it is golden yellow, because it is really deep, because it makes everything deep. ...
Seeing three red maple leaves falling with the wind, I knew it was coming. Without saying hello, it rolled up a broken phoenix tree branch and roared all the way. I don't know where it came from, and I don't know where to stroll. I only know it's coming.
Strolling along Zhongshan Road, I occasionally met three geese moving south. Perhaps, one of them is the goose that I am looking forward to returning to the north in spring, or perhaps, they flew in such a hurry to urge the arrival of winter, and the sound of flapping their wings was so loud that the oak tree fell a remnant leaf. I picked it up and played with it in my hand. I always felt that it was full of autumn charm, and I couldn't help but take it as a selfish bookmark for me.
Walking by the Mirror Lake, I only feel that the seven cruise ships on the lake have slowed down because of autumn, quietly enjoying the gentle touch of autumn wind. There are also two wild ducks on the lake, paddling a few feet leisurely, sometimes plunging into the water like a gold mine, and then proudly showing off their trophies with a small carp fish in their arms. Sometimes I will bury my head in my feathers and comb them, like a shy little girl.
I love late autumn because it is golden yellow, I love late autumn because it is really deep, and I love late autumn because it makes everything deep. ...