Every leaf is the protagonist of this dance.
The leaf drew a perfect arc in the air, enjoying his enchanting dance, for the spring, summer, autumn to do a summary, like a brown butterfly flying to the earth, lying peacefully in the arms of the earth, no regrets, no sentimental. Because he was full of walk through their years, in the winter fall, and now it is a spectator, see other leaves continue their performances.
Each leaf is covered with depression and melancholy, and the moment it falls it is stamped with a death sentence. ------- Lei Yanling Autumn has arrived, the mountains are overflowing with the joy of autumn, those leaves can finally get rid of the boundaries of the tree, a light wind blew, countless leaves can not wait to shake their bodies, such as regained their new life, accompanied by a light wind to float freely, drifting over the heavy mountains and steep ridges, flying over the large rivers and streams, to see that the autumn scenery is what a joyful thing ah! ----- Wang Liangfa The breeze blew gently, carrying fluttering leaves, and look, the golden leaves are full of dreams of autumn.
It came, dashing and dancing, as if a sheet of mail, seems to inform: everything is over, it took away the tears, leaving behind the beauty. Trees are shedding traces of age, but also want to wear new clothes on this, in order to say goodbye to the past, to meet a better tomorrow, and these beautiful leaves, will be turned into spring mud, so that life is more colorful.
--- Zheng Qingmei The wind blew slightly, the leaves on the branches of the tree fell, dancing in the sky, as if like that one yellow butterfly, singing there, the branches of the tree, although the loss of the accompaniment of the yellow leaves, but, it looks, but it seems to be more spiritual, nodding frequently in the breeze. The sky is gray, from time to time, came a few geese call, the wind mercilessly scrape down has been dying to be the end of the trees, the yellow leaves child desolate from the trees fell down, by gusts of wind blowing all over the sky.
The branches of the trees are bare and swaying in the gusty winds, with a downcast look on their faces, and the flowers have withered almost to the ground, with only a few poor wild chrysanthemums still struggling to survive.
---- ---- Lan Jing The path between the big trees seems to be covered with a layer of yellow carpet, walking on it is very oblique, listen carefully to the sound of the feet, like a beautiful song. The air has fluttering leaves, like a group of young girls wearing beautiful yellow dresses in the air dance, superbly jumping, with its beautiful and comfortable dance and the autumn winds in the air fluttering, so that people are intoxicated in its beauty, although this is a brief moment, but demonstrated the style of the leaves floating down the tree.
Walking on the path, a withered yellow leaves, with the chilly autumn wind, alone in the air, it is confused to leave its mother, as if it is a lost child, no direction to drift down. The leaf surface has lost its green vitality, with because of the experience of countless days and nights of wind and rain slowly turned pale yellow color, faded into the air.
It may know that in the fall of the yellow leaves, its responsibility has been completed, a times called the tree will return to its roots, and next year's spring, there will be a new green leaves to replace its mission. --- Liu Xiaojuan The leaves on the tree, involuntarily drifting down from the tree, seems to be forced by the wind, falling down from the tree, and seems to fall into the abyss, can not support the control, the leaves are so arbitrarily scraped by the wind, just like the abandoned orphans.
--------- --------- Wang Jianbin leaves such as colorful butterflies shaking in the air, free, free; and as skilled ballet dancers, light spinning, looking for their own life fresh, and finally fell into the mother earth's embrace frankly, full of happiness, satisfaction. In the blood of the sun shining, old trees, and fallen leaves, forming a poignant landscape.
---- Lin Xiaoling A cold breeze blew, rolled up the dust on the ground, but also rolled up the dead leaves, they were blown up by the wind, look so helpless, their strength is too weak, even if they resist, but also powerless, only to let the wind dominate their destination, one by one, seems to be very sad to leave the familiar land, to be taken to a strange country. A breeze blew, a piece of fallen leaves began to dance, the fallen leaves are spinning, running, singing, like a little elf in a race with the wind sister, to see who can fly higher, to see who can dance the most beautiful dance.
---- Chen Meigui Falling maple leaves are graceful like dancing maidens, dancing in the forest with that slim figure, like the morning sun, radiating light and heat, burning like a fire, warming the whole fall. The leaves are drifting because the trees are not retained, or because the wind is chasing them.
------ Lin Binbin Autumn came, a golden leaf from the tree down, driven by the wind in the air, on the ground constantly fluttering, spinning, jumping. Sometimes high, sometimes low, sometimes fast, sometimes slow, but also from time to time issued by the cheering sound, as if to tell the joy of the harvest.
At this time, the grass can not resist the temptation, but also with them to dance up the graceful body, jumping up and down that easy and cheerful dance, and the leaves together to share the joy of the harvest, together to praise the golden world, together to meet that beautiful future. ------- Wu Xiaobing "The red is not an unfeeling thing, but is turned into spring mud to protect the flowers" Autumn is coming, will spring be far away? The leaves are gradually becoming golden, giving off a dazzling light.
The leaves want to turn yellow as soon as possible, it wants to catch a glimpse of autumn, the tree, a series of leaves jumped away from the branches, two, three, four, each leaf face is engraved with the beautiful, they playfully, slowly, slowly, not long to fall in the long-waiting head of the tree, by the wind, it will be fluttering again, just as the wind composed in the accompaniment, floating ah floating, the rain came, the wind is the wind, the wind, the rain is the wind, the rain is the wind, the rain is the wind, the rain is the wind. They splash and moisturize, the sky cleared, they kissed the sun, the time came, their task came, change themselves into fertilizer, nutritious trees, a season and a season passed, the green leaves are born again, they are so beautiful, lovely, yellow leaves to witness their own greatness. It fell piece by piece, like a piece of fish scales miserably scraped from the fish, yellow, without the nourishment of rain.
--- Guan Xiaoyan The leaves rise and fall, as if they were clinging to their mother, but the relentless wind wants to tear them apart, not knowing where to take him ---- Xie Zexiong It was a cloudy day, a burst in the gray sky.
2. Good lines describing falling leavesFalling leaves Kong Shaoan
Early fall surprised the falling leaves, drifting like a guest's heart.
The leaves are not willing to come down, but they are still saying that they cherish the old forest.
The leaves of the cold mountain are new on October 1, and the frosty leaves are new on October 2, and the leaves of the cold mountain are fresh.
It is not because of the fire that they are burned, but because they are like flowers that do not wait for spring.
The leaves of the red leaves are new on the first day of October in Cold Mountain.
The only two people in front of the wind are those who are on a basket.
Drunk on red leaves Bai Juyi
The wind is at the end of the autumn trees, and the people are drinking wine.
Drunkenness is like the frosty leaves, though red is not spring.
One leaf falls, Li Cunjian
One leaf falls, pulling down the pearl foil.
At this time, the scenery is gloomy.
The moon in the painting tower is cold, and the west wind is blowing the curtain.
Blowing the curtain, the past is thinking about
3. good words and sentences about dancing good paragraph good essaySpring Rain The bright spring rain, like a group of innocent dolls, in the air clouds, playful and down, babbling, jumping happily into the mother earth's embrace.
Spring rain, like flower needles, such as fine silk, dense diagonal weaving. Spring rain kept falling, the fine rain weaved a huge net, from the clouds have been hanging to the ground, the mountains in the distance, near the pink peach blossom, green poplar trees, soft willow branches, are covered in this boundless net, this net is the spring girl skillfully hand-woven into the gauze, covered in the sky and the earth, technology in the mountains.
Listen! Rain fell on the roof "Tita Tita", like playing percussion. Rain down to the pond "Ding Ding Ding" sung up, the water surface also splashed a small flower, and like a flower girl in the light dance ...... Rain like a broken line of beads, drop by drop in a string of puddles made of rainwater above.
Spring rain has, dyeing green mountains,; dyeing green water, dyeing green stone paths.
It was raining, and the raindrops were pounding on the windows. Immediately, countless water droplets of various sizes gathered on the window glass facing outward.
When the raindrops fell into the pool, the raindrops drew a note on the water. These notes are the circles that the raindrops strike on the surface of the water.
In summer, the raindrops clattered. The raindrops in the sky fall straight down like sifted beans, breaking the mirror-like surface of the lake and scaring away the small fish that originally wanted to jump on the surface to see the rain.
The rain is coming down more and more, and when you look at the distance, it looks like a gray curtain blocking the view, gray and cloudy, trees, houses, ah, nothing can be seen. Autumn Rain The sky washed by autumn rain is as blue and clear as the sea.
The white clouds are like a light boat sailing, floating slowly on the water. Autumn rain falls and drifts.
Like silk, like silk, like fog, like smoke. Falling on the face cool, flowing into the mouth, sweet, like rice wine, like honey, so that people like drunk, like a dream, like crazy, like drunk.
The dome of the rain, a hint of a hint of floating, like the sky dancing fine sand; for the earth's green things, to bring a hope, moisturized in the tip of the leaf, but also for the river and pond ducks, to bring a stream of delightful interest, foraging for the mystery of the fall. Autumn rain swish down.
The fine rain weaves a gray mantle between heaven and earth. ● The lake is alive, layers of scaly waves rise with the wind, accompanied by jumping sunshine, accompanied by my heart, in the chase, and then play.
● Lake water in the dry grass whispered slightly, the distant from time to time came one or two ducklings fluttering wings, so that the moonlit night of the lake more lonely and cold. ● Several leaves of white sails, in this water and sky of golden sea, like a few snow-white feathers, lightly floating, floating.
● The sea is full of water, shining in the setting sun, the waves are like naughty little children jumping uncertainly, the water is a golden light. ● The lake is hard, like a flawless emerald shimmering with a beautiful luster.
● The lake is quiet, like a mirror, clearly reflecting the blue sky, white clouds, red flowers, green trees. The lake is covered with a mist like green smoke, and when you look at Weishan from afar, you can only faintly discern the gray shadow of the mountains.
● The waves are a wonder of the sea, but she is more like a dancer, she can make people leave their worries behind and enjoy themselves. ● The sea is so blue that one feels that the color of emerald is too light, and the color of sapphire is too deep, even if it is a famous master, it is difficult to describe.
● The sun shines on the surface of the lake, like a layer of glittering silver to the water surface, and like a green satin that has been crumpled. The mountains that are exposed to the clouds seem to be suspended like islands in clusters and dashes.
The surrounding mountains are like a colorful flower cloth. The mountain waves and peaks are layered.
The mountains are black and pale without edges, and the cliffs are cut and axed like the sky and the earth. The undulating loess hills are like the waves of a great flood.
The Dragon Hill, like a tomb towering in the night. The mountains on both sides of the gorge rise and fall straight up and down, so high that it makes people dizzy.
The deep valleys are appallingly quiet and gloomy. The ravine was filled with snow, as high as the backs of the mountains, and became a great square of flat, snow-covered ground.
The morning sun is shining, and the mountain like a shy girl, hidden, sunset, the afterglow across the light. Good paragraph Standing here to see, really strange, the mountains simply changed, their shape and in the plains or mid-level look up very different, they become very cascading, messy, majestic and peculiar.
Looking up, the mountains are the sky, the sky is also the mountains, before and after the mountains, as if your nose can touch the mountains at any time. You can see a misty giant peak jutting out in the distance, surrounded by dozens of smaller rocky peaks.
A closer look, the giant peak like the Monkey King holding a golden rod, those small peaks are like scratching the ears of the little monkey. Look, the Monkey King is leading its children to the South Heavenly Gate to kill it.
The white sky, the mountains pale black like iron, solemn, solemn. As the red sun rises, one mountain peak is ink-blue in color.
Immediately after, the mist rose, the milky veil to the heavy mountains spaced out, leaving only the tip of the green peaks, really like a fresh ink, sparse and dense landscape painting. After a while, the fog and dispersed, the exposed rock walls, cliffs, by the sunlight dyed red, and gradually turned into a bronze color, and green trees, green fields contrast each other, appearing to be particularly magnificent.
The overlapping mountains, can not see a village, can not see a piece of rice paddies, these mountains are like some drunken old man, one by one, sleeping for tens of millions of years, never woke up their dreams, no one dared to go deep into their hearts, that is, that the most adventurous hunters, but also only to the foot of their feet, to chase those who run down from the mountains of the mountain goats, wild boars and birds, never climb its peak. never climb to its peak. There is no more than the spring rains after the bath of the green mountains more charming, the entire mountainside, are verdant green, did not come to the end of the fog like elegant silk, a strand of the waist wrapped in it, the sun will be every leaf on the raindrops, are turned into colorful pearls.
Pointed knife-like hill, picking a few wisps of milky white fog, mist, vaguely visible a thin line. This wall of stone like a skyscraper face up to pressure, as high as it will collapse down aggressively.
On the top of the mountain, the dense dense forest seems to buckle on the wall of a huge black carpet hat, black and green from the rock wall popped up a cluster of unknown wildflowers. Rain changed the mood of the park, the northwest direction of the clouds, is the ink painting like the distant mountains, which is quite praised in the garden architecture "borrow" to.
Winter color grandfather.
4. Autumn leaves good words and sentencesDescription of good sentences in the fall:
In the late autumn sky, a mass of white clouds like a good wool, slowly floating.
In October of the golden fall, the sparse leaves on the trees were as dry as dry tobacco leaves. The mother earth open wide bosom like in the welcome, embrace the return of the child, the fallen leaves back to the mother earth's arms, sweet with the soil to sleep together.
Autumn, the beautiful season, the season of harvest, the golden season, with the blossoming of flowers in the spring as another person, with the burning sun of the summer as enthusiastic, with the snow drifting winter as charming.
The sunshine of the golden autumn is warm and peaceful 7a64e78988e69d8331333335343266 quiet, the breeze of the golden autumn is warm and gentle, the blue sky of the golden autumn is white and cloudy, and the golden autumn is full of golden fields.
Autumn may be hidden in the golden rice ears, perhaps hidden in the fire through the persimmons, perhaps hidden in the green vegetable field between.
Autumn, the harvest season, the golden season - as lovely as spring, as enthusiastic as summer, as charming as winter.
The sunshine of the golden autumn is warm and quiet, the autumn wind of the Dong village is warm and gentle, and the blue sky and white clouds are floating.
Yellow rice ears hanging heavy spike head, cotton peaches like a small tree, bloomed egg-like flora. Ah, not rice fields, is the sea of gold; not cotton fields, is the world of silver.
Autumn winds, the forest is full of color, a golden yellow; under the sun, walking in the dense forest, there is a different flavor.
Although the fall has been a long time, but this year's summer heat that all day soaked in sweat in the taste, that hand a touch, a hand of hot feeling is engraved in the memory, it seems that the remaining power of the summer is not slow to retreat.
In the fall, poplar leaves yellow, hanging in the trees, as if a small yellow flower; floating down in the air, like a yellow butterfly; fell in the river next to the tree, as if it is a golden boat.
Late fall, the leaves yellowed, have fallen on the ground, like a layer of yellow carpet, but the cockle flower can not bear to thank, quite independent of the flavor of cold autumn.
Thousands of trees of red leaves, the more to the depth of the fall, the more red, from a distance, like a flame rolling.
The golden autumn has come, the sky is like a sapphire covering the earth, it has been wiped by the autumn wind is very clean and beautiful.
In the fall, red apples peeled back the green leaves to look out; small red lantern-like jujubes hung all over the branches; grapes like purple onyx hanging in bunches under the grape arbor, really charming!
The woods are covered with half a foot of dead leaves, and when the wind blows, they swirl and fly up, and then spread out evenly, covering the path that swings at an angle to the top of the hill.
In the paddy field, a yellow rice grain with the autumn wind turned up the golden wave, green vegetable field, fat and tender vegetable leaves glittering with crystal dewdrops.
In the fall, the sky is exceptionally clear, and the white clouds are smiling. The tall aspens are clattering and applauding, and the wind is quietly sending the glad tidings.
Autumn, after a tense harvest, in the blink of an eye, everything faded color, a vast expanse of land pale yellow bare.
Autumn wind, cool, blowing flowers and trees, as if a warm mother is gently humming a lullaby to send their children into a sweet dream.
Autumn, symbolizing maturity, means a good harvest.