Autumn wind comes to the forest, the forest is a paradise for insects, and autumn insects are scrambling to sing. Crickets, squirrels, weavers, grasshoppers, cicadas, one after another, waves, far and near, high and low, short duration, thick and thin, like a beautiful song, these natural notes are pieced together into an autumn sonata. All the composers and performers in the vibrant concert hall have added infinite vitality to this autumn. The music of nature and the playing of insects make the forest more harmonious and full of vitality, and the natural music will also immerse us and intoxicate us.
The fog around the castle peak fills the air. Dashan took off the blue yarn he used to wear and put on a white autumn dress, but it is also very thin. Under the blowing of autumn wind, clothes are always ups and downs, and there is always a feeling of elegance. Dashan always stands there, resisting the attack of autumn wind with its huge body, and everything is solemn and strong.
Leaves, like songs, have finished the journey bit by bit, but they will eventually turn to dust.
6. In autumn, in the beautiful melody of Qiu Si, the strings of life are playing with the fallen leaves of every life. Sometimes, like a stormy land, a beautiful golden thread falls, which is covered with the journey of life. Sometimes, she is like a dreamy girl, slightly depressed, unwilling to wake up the sleeping earth, coming quietly and dancing lightly in the direction of the wind. Precipitation, melting that loneliness, that wandering shadow.
7. The earth put on a golden sweater, and yellow poplar leaves and bright maple leaves fell down, as if several colorful butterflies were flying in the air. Although the frost came, Grandpa Song Qing still wore a green robe and looked greener. Chrysanthemums in the garden are in full bloom, red as fire, pink as chardonnay and white as snow, which is beautiful. All the leaves on the persimmon tree have fallen, but the persimmons in Huang Chengcheng are still hanging on their fingers, like orange lanterns, large and small, with red begonia pressing the branches.
8. Mature adzuki beans, some like agate, some are covered with pearls, and the dense green leaves form a small umbrella, which is really lovable!
9. Bend down to pick up the fallen leaves and look carefully. I can't help thinking back to what it looked like when it was young. It must be green and sharp-cut, but even if it has a shocking life, it can't deviate from the laws of nature. Between the winding clouds and the ebb and flow of the tide, its soft leaves become dry unconsciously, and the orange color on the leaves is the brand left by the wind and rain.
10. It's colder in late autumn, and the leaves are yellow, which falls on the ground like a yellow carpet, but the camphor tree can't bear to wither, and it is quite independent in cold autumn.
1 1. The autumn wind is bleak and cool, and the long yellow sand is rolled up, and the withered Ye Er flies with it. Pieces like butterflies, like elves, floated in the sky for a long time and refused to fall. For a long time, it lay quietly on the ground again, telling the sad silence alone. Everything was so quiet. I didn't hear the joy of harvest, I didn't see the fruitful results, and I couldn't imagine that this was the autumn I was waiting for. In this autumn, the only thing I am afraid of is only fallen leaves! Ben said that the melody of autumn was tense and radical, but he couldn't understand its rhythm, which was more like helplessness and melancholy in Autumn Moon in Han Palace. I thought autumn was pleasant and picturesque, but what was real was bare branches and sparse trees.
12. The long-awaited autumn has finally arrived. That leaf left a glimpse in my eyes like a dragonfly, easily piercing the haze in my heart. Long and messy troubles, like yellow leaves flying in autumn, will eventually settle down.
13. The fallen leaves hurried by. But I can't imagine what is behind the last threshold at the end of my life. But I think that every tree of life near it will fly out the last leaf at the last moment.
14. I picked up some fallen leaves that fell at my feet like elves. I was surprised to find that the fallen leaves in autumn were so colorful: the thick green did not fade, but added mature gold; It may be old, and its face is only brown. Although there is no gorgeous sunset, no gentle and elegant willow, it is enough to touch people's hearts. Green as jade, brown as night, golden as chardonnay ... interwoven into a colorful picture on the ground.