2. In late autumn, the yellow leaves on the branches were blown by the autumn wind all night, and they were everywhere, as if they were covered with a yellow carpet.
3. Fallen leaves held a "Dance Forest Conference". They were dressed in bright yellow, dark red and lavender tulle clothes and danced around.
4. In autumn, leaves fall one by one, and with a little regret, they throw themselves into the arms of Mother Earth. They jump and spin, dance and fall lightly.
The weeping willows with long green hair turned yellow today. With the cool autumn wind, pieces of fallen leaves fall down, as if a little girl were dancing for tourists.
6. The fallen leaves left their mother and traveled alone to experience a colorful life. She will use her last strength to perform the most beautiful music in her life.
7. Autumn leaves are colorful and the forest is dyed. Even the poet Gong Zizhen said: "Falling red is not a heartless thing, but turning into spring mud protects flowers more." I love autumn, and I love the fallen leaves in autumn more!
8. Leaves fall from trees, some dance like butterflies, and some fly like geese. The ground is covered with fallen leaves, like a golden avenue, carrying my dreams into the distance.
9. In autumn, poplar leaves turn yellow and hang on trees like yellow flowers; Falling in the air, like a yellow butterfly; It landed in the river beside the tree like a golden boat.
10, in the sky, the changed leaves are dancing. In the mountain stream, tinkling springs are dancing and singing gently. Are they silently blessing the autumn flowers? Or are you enjoying this quiet and warm moment with Qiu Hua?
1 1. When the first cool breeze blew in from the window in the morning and blew on my face, it was very cool. When the first leaf falls from the branches with the wind, it falls on the ground full of fallen leaves. I seem to smell and hear the sound of autumn.
12, in autumn and October, the sparse leaves on the tree are as dry as dry tobacco leaves. Mother Earth opened her broad mind, as if welcoming and hugging the returning children. The fallen leaves returned to her arms and slept sweetly with the earth.
13, the autumn wind is rustling, accompanied by a little melancholy in my heart, the leaves are still flying, and there is no trace of sadness. In people's eyes, autumn is often sad. However, in my eyes, autumn has a strange beauty.