The autumn lake is sparkling with a gentle breeze. The long wickers on the lakeside are sprinkled on the lake, splashing a little water, and the sparks ripple in layers.
In late autumn, the branches and leaves were blown away by the autumn wind overnight, everywhere, as if covered with a yellow carpet.
Autumn, my thoughts dare not release the sadness, generous gift to the autumn wind, flying in this sentimental season, flying in this season of tears.
Autumn girl came to the orchard. She blew an air on the apple and turned the apple red. She hung on the tree like a small lantern. She turned the pear yellow.
Before meeting you, the world is a wilderness. After meeting you, the world is a paradise. For many years, it has been like a wisp of smoke to me. In the future, unlimited career, happiness is boundless because of you.
What a tree in the woods! There are yellow leaves, red leaves and green leaves. The trees fly in the air like butterflies.
Autumn is gorgeous, the golden wind is refreshing, like sorghum in the sea lifting torches, boundless soybeans ringing copper bells.
Or the first light of the morning, or the evening glow of the mountain street, sitting alone in autumn, high sky, light clouds, distant mountains, near trees and birds singing, the curtain of heaven and earth, a far-reaching symphony rises in the bottom of your heart.
Autumn is like a middle-aged man who has passed the age of perplexity, full of prosperity and wisdom. Autumn, like the God of color, makes nature colorful. Autumn, like the God of joy, brings people the joy of harvest.
The morning breeze blew slightly, and the dewdrops glided down the leaves, jumping happily. The green grass revived under the gentle morning light, and became greener under the wash of rain and dew.
The autumn grass is sentimental, but its path is desolate; the yellow flower is unintentional, leading the Nanshan Mountain to overlook. Crossing paths, smoke curling in the kitchen, that is the endless poetry in autumn.
In autumn, it will make the farmers uncle very happy, because they work hard to grow grain, fruits and so on, have a bumper harvest. Wow, I think my favorite orange is orange, and my mouth is watering down.
Autumn breeze brings cool. Autumn wind brings heavy fruits. The autumn wind makes the leaves dance. And the autumn woods are beautiful and intoxicating!
In autumn, leaves fall one by one, with a trace of regret, to the embrace of Mother Earth, they jump, spin, light dance flying, lightly falling.
Golden Autumn is very beautiful for me. There are dancing leaves, fruits and winds. The golden autumn evening is even more wonderful.
Uphill, a spike of sorghum stands proudly. The autumn wind blows, and they shake happily like a torch of victory.
That autumn, the heart with the autumn wind bleak, waving, heart like deciduous withered, buried, everything disappeared in the misty autumn.
The autumn wind is bleak and leaves are falling, and the autumn martyrdom is desolate. Although the shallow autumn is depressed, it only likes the precipitation of autumn, the quiet beauty of autumn and the fruits of autumn.
A golden paddy field, under the sunshine, glitters with dazzling light, the autumn wind blowing, set off layers of golden waves, floating bursts of fragrance of rice.
Golden autumn is coming. The sky is like a sapphire covering the earth. It has been wiped clean and beautiful by the autumn wind.
Autumn, is not often said to be golden? Indeed, she has brought abundant fruits to nature, and has rewarded numerous creatures, including human beings, with food to continue their lives.
Autumn is coming, the golden wind is brisk, the fish and shrimp in the river are fat, and the orchard is full of fruits and harvest scenes everywhere.
Autumn is painting, clouds, flowing clouds, maturity and harvest. Let's celebrate autumn, the harvest scenery, the splendid autumn style, and cherish the good time of middle age.
In the paddy field, a yellow and clear paddy turns golden waves with the autumn wind. In the green vegetable field, the dew shines on the tender vegetable leaves.
Autumn is in the field. The fields are golden leaves. From a distance, the whole field looks like a golden carpet covered with fallen leaves and clear rice.
In the park, clusters of flowers, white and red, big and small, colorful. I bent down and sniffed at the flowers. A delicate fragrance immediately penetrated my heart and spleen.
Autumn is not as beautiful and fragrant as spring, nor is there so many little creatures singing as summer, nor is it as beautiful as winter. However, it is the most beautiful in my heart.
Walking in the streets of autumn, my heart added a little melancholy and melancholy, looking up at the sky, the sun as blood, looking down at the ground, full of withered leaves, autumn, is really a sad season.
Walking on the road in autumn, looking up at the blue sky, soft clouds, a gentle breeze gently blowing through the eyebrows, a little cool, refreshing.
Although the temperature in autumn is comparatively similar to that in spring, there is less occasional chill and more warmth and softness that can calm the impetuosity.
In the early morning, the glittering dew will play games with the grass and leaves, rolling back and forth. Hand after hand, carelessly, dew will roll to the ground, suddenly disappeared, as if he was playing a game!
The wind of the shallow autumn hides a few minutes of the afterheat of the late summer. The flowers are silent, but the running water understands. A heart lotus is blown by the wind into the fragrance of a poem.
Fall leaves, deep shallow, mottled. Just like human memory: shallow and deep, bit by bit. Want to forget, forget. Want to give up, but also reluctant to give up.
In autumn, all the leaves fall down. Golden leaves make the sea more beautiful. Tourists chat, walk and enjoy autumn sunshine in cool weather.
Autumn wind came, with a bitter chill, withered yellow leaves rustling in the cold wind, the four seasons are particularly clear at this time, as if unable to restrain emotions, and finally found a breakthrough, a diarrhea to the end, will never stop.
Leaves fell from trees, some dancing like butterflies, some flying like geese. The ground is covered with fallen leaves, like a golden avenue, carrying my dream to the distant.
Autumn wind bleak, layers of forest dyed, a golden yellow; in the sunshine, walking in this dense forest, really has a different taste.
In the late autumn sky, clouds float slowly like elastic wool.
Read the past, empty drift, all over the world. Return three paths to sweep, Song Zhuben my home. But hate the sad wind, Ran Yun between the new geese, side horse resentment Hu Jian. Who is as old as Dongshan, talking and laughing quietly Husha.
Autumn is golden. The trees in the yard turn yellow and gradually wither. The golden autumn sun shines warmly on the earth, turning people, grasslands and trees yellow.