2, the autumn wind is bleak, and the forest is dyed golden; Walking in this dense forest in the sun really has a unique flavor.
The beauty of autumn is mature-it is not as shy as spring, so open in summer and so restrained in winter. The beauty of autumn is rational-it is not as charming as spring, so hot in summer and so subtle in winter.
I don't know how long it took, as if a tense struggle was finally revealed. The field exhaled a long breath from its broad chest, and there was a clear water on the slope and dam. The surrounding trees and crops are swaying in the breeze, and the leaves are changing.
Be calm and generous. Dew came back, wet the ridge in the morning and evening, and hung quietly in the field. Lululan also came to the dam, floating quietly and never returning to the valley. Although the sunshine is still bright, it is no longer painful, but it becomes broad-minded and clear, as if it is finally powerless, and it is impossible to steam the field and reconcile with it; ..... Autumn is coming!
5. Cold flowers are fragrant all over the courtyard, and butterflies are finally planted. I want to open a peach blossom for Di Qing in the coming year.
6. Until September 8 in Qiu Lai, I will be in full bloom; Blooming chrysanthemums are in full bloom, Chang 'an is fragrant, the city is bathed in the fragrance of chrysanthemums-Italy, and the land is like golden chrysanthemums.
7, a setting sun in the water, half river rustling and half river red. On the third night of September, the dew is like a pearl and the moon is like a bow.
8. One piece, two pieces, three pieces ... The fallen leaves return the nutrition to Mother Earth with their last strength.
9. The grass is yellow and the leaves are yellow. I hear the wind rustling on the leaves.
10. Pear trees are covered with pears from Huang Chengcheng, just like lovely gourds. Look carefully, there are many small freckles on pear's face! There are many pears, and the more branches bend, the more pears sit on the ground.
1 1, the beauty of autumn is mature-it is not as shy as spring, so open in summer and so restrained in winter.
12, when the fruit is ripe, the farmer uncle smiled happily!
13, the golden osmanthus blossoms, and we can smell the fragrance from afar, waiting for us to visit.
14, there are dead leaves half a foot deep in the bushes. As soon as the wind blows, they spin and fly, and then scatter evenly, covering the path that spirals diagonally to the top of the mountain.
15, the autumn wind has passed, and the five grains are fragrant. That piece of farmland, from a distance, looks like a thousand waves rolling; Looking carefully, rice bent over with laughter, sorghum turned red and corn was happy.
Leaves fall like a waterfall, while I watch the long river roll forward. Stop and sit in the maple forest late, and the frost leaves are red in February flowers.
17, the wind, blowing gently, is a beautiful autumn girl.
18, the beauty of autumn is rational-it is not as charming as spring, so hot in summer and so subtle in winter.
19, the leaves are yellow. When the autumn wind blows, the leaves fall one after another, flying like butterflies.
20. In the paddy field, a piece of rice in Huang Chengcheng turned up with the autumn wind. In the green vegetable field, the full leaves are shining with crystal dew.