2, when the craggy west wind to the sky brush more and more far away; when the strangers call the head of the child looked off the last south flying geese; when the vast field of boundless grass was swayed to the strain of yellow, when at this time, is the fall, is the season of the trees fall leaves.
3, cool and clear autumn night, bright and red Mars in the starry sky for us to add a lot of light and interesting. Lately Mars has been rising from the southeastern horizon every night after eight o'clock. It is brighter than any other star in the nearby sky, and is easy to find wherever you are.
4. What a bright fall, here, no longer scorched earth and ashes, this is the exuberant land where millions of mountain winds are carpeted in red. The red pines, embedded with bullet skins, are still alive, standing proudly on the high mountain rocks, the valleys are filled with whistles, and the white hope flies slowly in the rice fields.
5. In the fall, the leaves fall, the flowers give up, and the weather gets cooler. In the fall season, the children are very happy, they meet in the square, flying kites, picking up leaves, walking in the square, how happy.
6, the end of autumn dusk always come very quickly, not yet wait for the mountains and fields by daylight evaporation of water dissipation. The sun will fall into the western mountains. So the arid wind in the valley, with its heavy coolness, drove the white mist to wander down the mountain; and the shadow of the mountain peaks, more quickly poured down on the village, and the shadows grew thicker and thicker, and gradually mingled with the night, but soon, again, it was candled by the moon to a silver-gray color.
7. In the fall, the leaves are falling. The golden color of the leaves wrapped the back of the sea set off more beautiful. Visitors chat and walk in the cool weather, enjoying the autumn sunshine.
8. Autumn came with the sound of falling leaves, and the morning was as fresh as dew. The sky emits a soft glow, clarifying and misty, making one want to hear a burst of high-flying larks singing, just as looking at the blue sea wants to see a white sail. Sunset is the wing of time, and as it flies away there is a moment of supreme splendor unfolding. So twilight.
9, began last night, the mischievous north wind has been impatiently from the window cracks whirring in, let a person feel a burst of cool, the stifling of a few days of the summer air swept away. Gradually, the north wind seems to be blowing more and more vigorously, I feel a burst of coldness came, busy with a blanket to wrap the body.