It was late fall already, the forest's endless stands were bare, and the old trees stood somberly
allowing the brown moss to hide the wrinkles on its body. The merciless fall had stripped them of their beautiful
clothes, and they had to stand there bald.
Autumn came with the sound of falling leaves, and the morning was as fresh as dew. The sky glowed with a soft
and gentle light, clarified and ethereal, so that one wanted to hear a song of a high-flying lark, just
as if one were looking out over the blue sea and thought of seeing a white sail. Sunset is the wings of time, when it flies away there
a moment of extremely gorgeous unfolding. So twilight.
Late autumn bottom clarification of the sky, like an endless calm turquoise sea; strong white light in the air
beating, like the sea surface of the microwave; the foot of the mountain pieces of sorghum when swaying
plump spike head, like fluctuating red water; and the decline of the yellow leaves to the field with
withered color.
What a bright autumn, here, no longer scorched earth and ashes, this is a million mountains
winds are covered with a red carpet of exuberance of the country. The red pines, covered with embedded bullet skins, are still alive,
standing proudly on the high mountain rocks, the valleys are filled with the joy of the steam whistle, and the white hope is flying slowly in the rice fields.
When the harsh west wind brushes the sky higher and higher; when the children on the street call for the head
looked off the last south flying geese; when the vast field of boundless grass is swayed
to yellow - when in this time, it is the autumn, it is the season of the trees
leaves.
The second half of the night after the fall. The moon is gone down, the sun is not yet up, and there is only a dark blue
sky left; and everything is asleep but the things that travel by night.
The dusk at the end of autumn always comes quickly, before the water evaporated by the sunlight on the mountain field
dissipates． The sun set into the western mountains. So the wind in the valley, with its heavy coolness,
drove the white mist, and wandered down the mountain; while the shadow of the mountain peaks, more quickly poured down on the
village, and the shadow grew thicker and thicker, and gradually blended with the night color, but soon, again, by the moon
bright candles into a silvery grey color.
The bright moon, which was about to be full, gradually rose high into the sky. A transparent gray cloud faintly covered
the moonlight, above the field, as if a light smoke, strands off, as if falling into a dream
realm. After the evening clouds drifted by, the smoke on the fields disappeared, and the water-like clear light washed over the soft
and the autumn night.
Autumn night, the sky is high and dewy, a crescent moon hangs quietly in the southwest sky. The cool moon
light spilled down to the earth, it was so gloomy, but the stars of the Milky Way became more and more brilliant. Lush no
edge of the sorghum, corn, grain field, this singing should be ringing with the sound of autumn insects chirping, caddis
caddis also occasionally add a few accompaniment, blowing the ground Weng like intermittent blowing cold cigar. The willows were quietly hanging by the side of the road
, shadowing the meandering, weed-covered path.
...... moon came up, but let the clouds cover half of it, the old far hiding in the cracks of the trees,
like a country girl, shy. Once upon a time, people said, "A thousand calls come out, but holding
pipa half cover the face." It's a little bit! The clouds are getting thicker and thicker, so let him go, and don't bother.
But I think, if it is an autumn night, a little west wind is good. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on some of the most popular products and services in the world, and you'll be able to do that.
The west wind is naturally not coming. The first thing we did was to light two or three sticks of wax in the middle of the hall.
The timid flames of the roof were so heavy that they couldn't breathe. When we looked at each other through the candlelight,
it was as if we were covered in a layer of smoke. Outside, the sky was black, like the sea. Only a few dogs barked in the distance, teaching us that we were still on earth.
The blue sky. In late fall, spotless, crystal clear. The clouds
reflected in the clear Jialing River; fish-scale microwaves, turquoise river water, adding floating clouds
colorful, exceptionally gorgeous.
Cool and clear autumn night, bright and red Mars in the starry sky for us to add
a lot of light and interesting. Lately, after eight o'clock each night, Mars has risen from the horizon in the southeast
. It is brighter than any other star in the nearby sky, and it is easy to find it wherever you are
.
The falling leaves in the north render a scene of what sadness! The leaves are tinted a golden yellow,
or maybe it's a reddish ochre. At first, it may be just one or two, like
one or two golden butterflies with broken souls. But then, there was a shower of gold and red. And then
there was a carpet of gold and red under the trees. And on top of this carpet, cast in iron,
there were bare, sparse tree trunks and branches, piercing the distant blue sky and light clouds.
The fruit trees of the north, in the fall, are also a spectacle. The first is the jujube tree; in the corners of houses,
walls, on the sides of outhouses, and at the door of stoves, it grows up one by one. Like an olive
and like a pigeon's egg, the jujube balls, in the middle of the small oval-shaped fine leaves, showing a light green and slightly
yellow color, it is the full bloom of the autumn; when the jujube tree leaves fall, the jujube red,
the north-west wind will be up.
The acacia tree in the north is also an embellishment that reminds one of autumn. Like a flower, but not
the flower of the kind of falling stamens, in the morning, will be spread all over the ground. When you step on it, there is no sound,
no smell, only a little bit of very soft touch.
Autumn cicadas' feeble sound is a specialty of the north; because of the trees growing everywhere in Beiping,
the house is low, so no matter where you are, you can hear their cries. In the south
you have to go to the countryside or the mountains to hear them. The hissing of the autumn cicadas, in Beiping and
crickets and rats, almost like a household insect that every family keeps at home.
Good Words:
Autumn Autumnal Equinox Autumn Mid-Autumn Autumn Colors
Autumn Harvest Autumn Rain Autumn Fruit Autumn Frost Twilight Autumn
Autumn Wild Early Autumn Late Autumn Autumn Autumn
Autumn High and Cool Autumn Rain Autumn Season
Autumn Winds Autumn Winds Sends Sharpnesses Layers of Forests Dusted With Colors
The Sky is High Autumn Clouds Autumn and Winter Autumn Clouds Autumn and Winter Autumn Clouds Guilin Blossoms Fragrant
Autumn Heat Like Morning Mid-Autumn Moon Viewing, Sunrise Ascension
Dying branches and leaves, autumn grass withered
Good Sentence:
The beauty of autumn is mature - it is not as shy as spring, as frank as summer, or as introverted as winter.
The beauty of autumn is sensible - it is not as flirtatious as spring, as fiery as summer, as subtle as winter.
Autumn, the harvest season, the golden season - as lovely as spring, as passionate as summer, as charming as winter.
Hometown of the fall
Hometown of the fall is not cold and not hot, although the air is not as fresh as before, the leaves are beginning to fade, but there is one thing more and more ripe - that is the rice. Walk out of the door, look around, the first thing you see is rice, so much rice a large area full of. Rice in people's unawareness gradually grow mature.
Autumn in my hometown is golden yellow, basically everything is yellow. In the fall in my hometown, the rice matures into yellow. In the fall of my hometown, the grass withers and turns yellow. In the fall in my hometown, the leaves on the trees are turning yellow and will soon fade. In the fields, on the dirt roads, along the paths, whatever green plants are basically withering away. Especially the grass, which is waiting for spring to come and add another green to the world.
Autumn in my hometown is a season of abundance, with peach trees bearing large peaches, pear trees bearing large pears, orange trees bearing large oranges, and rice ripening in the fields, as well as many other edible fruits ripening.
The wind is so soft, the water is so smooth, the sky is so blue, and the people are so active. Autumn in my hometown is just like that, and it is not similar to spring. Autumn in my hometown is much warmer than winter in my hometown, and autumn in my hometown is even cooler than summer.
Ah, autumn in my hometown, how soft you are!
Autumn Scene on Campus
Late fall has arrived, walking into the empty campus, a cold wind blew, making people feel a sense of coolness.
The campus in the fall is still beautiful, the trees are still so green; flowers as if they do not know that the late fall has come, still open the fragrance, still attracting bees with its aroma; butterflies are still dancing in the campus, still attracting the attention of students with its beautiful figure.
The flower beds of the campus are covered with a few yellow leaves falling from the trees, and people's breath is condensing into a milky white heat in the air.
Even though it was late fall, the sun still went to work every day, giving the plants enough light and heat so that they could still grow well in the cold late fall.
The trees in the campus sometimes swayed with the wind; sometimes stood still; sometimes dropped a few poor leaves from their branches. However, these do not affect the charm of green trees in late fall. All the flowers on the campus were open as usual, and the bees were busy as usual with their nectar; there were many of them flying around the flowers, looking for which one was better.
The sky in late fall was unusually solemn and crisp, and after study hall, the sky was dark and mysterious, and there were a few stars high in the sky to punctuate the sky, making people speculate: where have all the other stars gone?
I love late fall, the crisp sky, and the season with a hint of coolness!
Autumn
You come quietly, silently, in the blink of an eye, the earth is clothed in gold.
You quietly came into the field, into the field, wheat flavor four floating, the acres of crops, from a distance it looks like rolling thousands of waves; close to see, wheat, smiled and bent waist, sorghum red face, corn open arms, the ground of the people are busy and the "sing a song ah harvest song, harvested wheat, harvested sorghum ah, harvested corn, harvested soybeans ah, harvested and sent to the country ah." The song speaks of the joy of the autumn harvest in the farmhouse.
You come quietly, bring a see yellow clothes, a see red clothes, look at the side of the mountain, like a layer of gold. Floating leisurely from above flying down countless yellow butterflies, a group of hovering in mid-air, I do not know how long after the deep yellow dress into light yellow; light yellow and into Heshi, look at it, it is like a naughty little kid, look at the side of the mountain, sorghum as drunk, it is simply a sea of red, covering half of the sky, and haze together, red like flames like burning. This yellow and red together, giving a kind of indescribable warmth, and even forget that in a few days, the cold winter is coming.
You quietly came, brought the beautiful autumn light beautiful scenery, brought the fruitful, listen, drums and gongs, so lively, busy people face a year of inner pressure can not be suppressed joy: "ushered in another year of harvest."
I am fascinated by autumn! Autumn - the colorful season, the fruit harvest time, the time of prosperity.
Hometown of the fall
Hometown of the fall is not cold and hot, although the air is not as fresh as before, the leaves are beginning to fade, but there is one thing more and more mature - that is, rice. Walk out of the door, look around, the first thing you see is rice, so much rice a large area full of. Rice in people's unawareness gradually grow mature.
Autumn in my hometown is golden yellow, basically everything is yellow. In the fall in my hometown, the rice matures into yellow. In the fall of my hometown, the grass withers and turns yellow. In the fall in my hometown, the leaves on the trees are turning yellow and will soon fade. In the fields, on the dirt roads, along the paths, whatever green plants are basically withering away. Especially the grass, which is waiting for spring to come and add another green to the world.
Autumn in my hometown is a season of abundance, with peach trees bearing large peaches, pear trees bearing large pears, orange trees bearing large oranges, and rice ripening in the fields, as well as many other edible fruits ripening.
The wind is so soft, the water is so smooth, the sky is so blue, and the people are so active. Autumn in my hometown is just like that, and it is not similar to spring. Autumn in my hometown is much warmer than winter in my hometown, and autumn in my hometown is even cooler than summer.
Ah, autumn in my hometown, how soft you are!
The autumn of my hometown
The autumn of my childhood was also the autumn of my hometown, which was always blue and intoxicating, and the clouds that occasionally floated by, changing all kinds of shapes, letting you think about infinity. However, the fall of middle age is also the fall of the hometown, always missing then thoughts. A few days ago to Linyi, on the highway, looking out the window of the blue sky and white clouds, seems to have returned to childhood and hometown.
Autumn symbolizes maturity and brings people the joy of harvest. I remember in the frosty twilight, not far from the smoke, holding a round and large groundnut, the mood with the words now is how "cool" ah! When I was older, I searched for the endless fragrance of autumn in the soybean barley burned with withered leaves, and I dare say it was the most delicious fragrance of beans in the world! At least it's never been smelled in town yet!
Autumn is again the season of "K'ung Hwang". The original green leaves gradually lost the color of life, in the wind, frost, snow and rain under the attack, day by day yellow, and then quietly drift down with the wind. In that moment of enjoying the beauty, one has to thread the delicate yellow leaves into a string and hang it under the eaves, waiting to enjoy the fragrance of the big pancake wafting from above as it burns. Drooling, the able lads could eat ten of them in one go. After I left home, I never smelled such a friendly fragrance again!
Then the falling leaves of the hometown, where there is no sadness, now the falling leaves of the foreign land, just countless frustration, in the bottom of the heart, the occasional emergence of the point of thought and comfort, is the face of this silent destruction, will be a fire like nirvana, or a transmutation of life.
Autumn
Some people say, "Autumn is beautiful!" I hear especially want to go to look for the fall.
Autumn is in the fields. The rice in the field was ripe and yellow, as if it were a big piece of gold. To the east, people in harvesters, were driving this way, and they let every grain of rice into the storehouse.
In the woods in the fall, the leaves of all kinds of trees were yellow, falling one by one to the ponds and the ground. Yet the pines still stood with their heads up, motionless in the wind, with their leaves as green as ever.
Autumn was in the garden. In the garden chrysanthemums were in full bloom, red, yellow, green, white, orange-red ...... The petals of these chrysanthemums were like fine radish threads. Some of the chrysanthemum petals all unfolded, revealing the tender yellow core; some chrysanthemums only unfolded two or three petals; there are also chrysanthemums on the flowers, as if they are about to unfold the petals.
In the orchard in the fall, apples, oranges, bananas and other fruits were ripe. The uncles and aunts took baskets and picked the fruits one by one. Those fruits that were not picked seemed to be saying, "Pick us off quickly! Those people who are going to buy the fruits are waiting for us!"
Fall was in the people. People are wearing sweaters, undershirts, cardigans, and so on.
Where is fall anyway? Autumn is in the children's eyes, if we keep exploring and discovering, we will get a lot of knowledge that is not in the books.