Autumn scenery's Prose/KLOC-The sunshine in October is colorful and brilliant. When the last lingering rain on the plateau was sent away, a gorgeous rainbow waved to the golden countryside on the grassland, which set off a bumper harvest scene with gorgeous colors. As the sweet highland barley dances with the slow autumn wind, the golden highland barley waves jump at the foot of the snow-capped mountains.
The frequent chirping of the black-necked crane makes the heavy plot fall to the ground. It is the day when the sickle cuts the grass, and the white clouds fluttering under the blue sky are full of charm. Graceful figure stretches the crisp autumn colors, wiping the exceptionally clear and bright harvest scenery, and drifting into the distance with cheerful songs.
The plateau is sunny and windy this season. All the joys and celebrations are connected in the sunshine in October, and all the splendid scenery and scenery overlap in the sunshine in October. Everywhere there are pastoral songs calling out fat cattle and sheep and splendid flowers, and there are harvest songs and sweet laughter everywhere on the plateau.
Melodious and euphemistic, singing endless beautiful seasons and harvest celebrations; Everywhere is beautiful scenery, endless beautiful pastures and beautiful countryside, which is the affectionate hometown and the land of love. The beautiful vision was slowly cut off by the silver sickle of Zhuo Ma girl and folded up; Happy wish, in the bustling pasture, let Tashi boy's flute play into lingering music.
The ups and downs of the silver sickle are busy in the highland barley field, and the towering highland barley frame carries the hard harvest of Tibetan families all year round. Perhaps only the joy of harvest can be closer to the true face of the Tibetan people's beautiful life, and at the same time accept the piety and hope sown in spring and reap the hard-working and simple happiness return. Singing will always be like the spring water spewing under the snow-capped mountains, flowing continuously and happily; Joy always blooms in the grassland like Gesang flowers, blooms in the wind and dances heartily. Birds flying all over the sky celebrate the beautiful season with us; In the sunshine in October, the vehicles with horns added a cheerful song to the autumn harvest scene in my hometown.
Those cut highland barley always walk into warm and happy homes along the direction of kitchen smoke rising. Accompanied by the fragrance of butter tea and the sweetness of highland barley wine, kind words praise the happiness of the festival, and happy laughter is filled with auspicious time. ...
Autumn scenery's Essay 2 It is natural to find fallen leaves occasionally this autumn and start to fall to the ground bit by bit. The seasons are constantly changing, but people have not changed, but their thoughts have changed and their thoughts are constantly maturing. From reading and learning to teaching, we are also learning. In short, people are constantly pursuing a higher level. In modern society, the concept of affirmation is constantly improving, transforming the rich face of life and history. When I saw the fallen leaves this autumn, I thought of these, the fallen leaves in the past, so I expressed my feelings. Autumn leaves look sad to me, and I don't know why. Autumn is not as energetic as spring, the first season of the year. Of course, every season has its own different mood.
If autumn leaves seem to fall in the Woods in autumn, they can be said to be piles. In the countryside, some people go to the Woods to sweep those autumn leaves when they have nothing to do. When they come back, they will continue to cook. In late autumn, all the autumn leaves on the tree fall, which looks very unique. Birds can see clearly when they fly to the tree, including the bird's nest, which swings with the wind in the tree, similar to losing the amulet.
It's normal for you to make strange noises when picking leaves. The pomegranate on the pomegranate tree in our yard is ripe, but the leaves on the tree begin to turn yellow, which is a natural law. Of course, the sunshine in autumn is not very hot, but it is very comfortable to bask in the sun in winter. The crops in the farmland have matured, and different crops are planted in the farmland in different seasons. Seeing the fallen leaves this autumn, I thought I had a goal in my heart, waiting for me to achieve it.
The grass on the roadside slowly began to lose its vitality and vitality in summer. Thoughts are constantly changing, seasons are constantly changing, and people's thoughts are constantly changing. It is very special to see the fallen leaves in autumn, but it is very sad. The autumn wind is blowing, and it's a little cold. It's comfortable to blow it with a little coolness.
As time goes on, the days of going back seem to be getting colder and colder. Nature returns to nature, and it is an inevitable idea that some people like different seasons. It is right to have an idea, but it is a big mistake for a person not to have an idea. Autumn leaves and autumn winds are very sad.
If it rains in autumn, the mood will be more dignified. The white clouds in the sky have not changed, but the four seasons are constantly turning. Carefully understand the feelings in your heart, and the feelings will also appear in your own words.
The job hasn't changed, the season is changing. Gradually began to move towards the track of time, the repeated seasons are changing, but the vibrant nature is lost ... The falling of autumn leaves reminds me of the past memories.
Autumn scenery Prose 3 Autumn is a leisurely song and a beautiful dream. I use a thin pen to draw your perfect curve and charm in autumn. -inscription
Autumn is a season of hope, an unforgettable dream, a melodious song and a touching poem. In this season, if I harvest the hope of sowing in spring, I will feel more hopeful in the future.
Looking at autumn is gentle, feeling the beautiful scenery brought by nature to human beings, bathing in gorgeous autumn colors and intoxicated by it. Stepping on the first fallen leaf, the autumn wind blows gently, sweet, and let the mood go with the autumn water. The sea of hearts ripples slightly, making the season poetic. Through the fragrant fields, across the murmuring stream of fallen leaves, let the years meander by and feel the unique feeling brought by autumn. I think autumn is attractive.
Autumn is also colorful. Autumn has come, blowing a piece of autumn fragrance and watering the autumn wind and autumn rhyme. Because cheerful and elegant, because smart and serene, because of fruit and ecstasy. Every year of life is like a fallen leaf. In that silent spring dream, we took stock of autumn, and in the flowing years, we recorded every story that happened in these seasons.
Autumn is also clear, hold a clear autumn water and wash away the lead on your face. "Mid-Autumn Festival is the most beautiful." In this season, when the yellow leaves the track of seasonal changes, the years will be strong and calm, and a canoe will sail to the middle of the water, leaving a short-lived beautiful and clear mood, just like autumn water.
Autumn is also implicit, so that thoughts fly far and far in the lonely autumn wind. When I was in Qiu Lai, I liked the black starry sky and being alone to release the sadness at midnight. At night, it quietly turns into a faint Qiu Guang, shaking the years, and the fragrance in the moonlight becomes a moment of eternal harmony.
Autumn is sentimental, and the moon in clear autumn is even more sentimental. The clean moon casts a beautiful afterglow and puts a veil on the earth. Autumn is a sad season, maybe it is a sad season itself, with too much parting and too much loss. Just like the yellow leaves that began to fall with the wind, but she also has her sad beauty, which makes people deeply miss each touch.
Autumn is ripe, the fruits are numerous, and the beautiful figure in the fragrance bends the branches. Floating across the dreamlike world of mortals and looking at the autumn colors full of fallen leaves, in fact, whether you have gained success or setbacks, aren't they all full of experiences? Autumn is romantic, and beautiful poems light up the sadness of autumn. Autumn wind, autumn rhyme, graceful, and such a beautiful season.
Autumn is like a gentle water. Ying Ying is quiet, gentle and bright, revealing warmth, tranquility and fantastic beauty. In the deep affection of the blues, it flows leisurely, free and easy without any modification, and no longer pursues glitz and praise.
Autumn brings us an open-minded, detached and cheerful feeling. Its connotation seems to lie in its mature charm. She is always so peaceful and peaceful, with only a quiet and pure autumn color, only the maturity and depth of life. The soul will be swept away, leaving only pure beauty.
Autumn scenery's sketch 4 Rain falls on banana leaves, colliding with bleak autumn. Rain falling on weeds moistens lonely autumn. Rain falls on my heart, longing for a happy autumn.
Autumn, I came, but you left silently. I don't know if this is a joke, but it did happen. Maybe my hand is too far away from you to touch your soft long hair. Maybe my eyes are not long enough to see your thin face clearly. Maybe my heart is too deep, leaving out a colorful spring and summer. When I stand under the high blue sky, when I look at the yellow leaves, when I look for the shadow of autumn again, everything disappears, so sure, before I can say goodbye.
If there is also a river with reeds on its shore, I would like to be a bird that lives here forever. When the cold current comes, I will tighten my wings and curl up on the reed pole, quietly waiting for dawn and dusk. Although I don't know where the fish swam, although I don't know what the meaning of this waiting is, although I don't know what I am looking for. But as long as there is a kind of beauty hidden in my heart, even if it is windy or rainy, even if it is ice and snow, I will find the innocence of that love.
Years carved the back of autumn, but disappeared in my misty pupil, I don't know where to go. The rain wet the wings of autumn, and the trembling sadness floated to the sky. Cold night, cool wind, let my fingers beat a paragraph of text, close to your heart, let it warm the once lost cold heart.