Paragraph 1 Describe autumn leaves
1, autumn leaves are so colorful, yellow as gold, green as jade, red as fire and so on. Let the girls in autumn look particularly enchanting. A cool breeze blew, and golden leaves, waving handfuls of small fans, fell from the air as if telling a beautiful fairy tale.
2. 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 slope, a beautiful golden thread falls, which is covered with the journey of life coming and going. Sometimes, she is like a dreamy girl, gently repressed, unwilling to wake up the sleeping earth, quietly coming and dancing lightly in the direction of the wind. Precipitation, melting that loneliness, that wandering shadow.
There is another gust of wind, which is violent and violent. Maple leaves roll around and fall one by one. Looking at the falling maple leaves, I can't help thinking. The leaves fell without a trace. Indeed, the leaves fall so quietly that people don't realize it.
Some people say that the fallen leaves in autumn have withered and have no value. I don't think so. "Falling red is not heartless, but turning into spring mud is more protective of flowers." Autumn falls, melts into the soil and becomes the nourishment of the mother tree, which is pregnant with the hope of spring. I believe that next spring, there will be autumn leaves smiling faintly when they are in bud.
A breeze blew and the leaves on the tree rustled. I looked down and picked up a leaf. This leaf is like a small hand, and the red at the tip seems to drip. Hey, why do maple leaves turn red in autumn? Oh, it turns out that the low temperature in autumn destroyed chlorophyll in maple leaves and turned chlorophyll into anthocyanin, so the maple leaves in autumn are red.
6. I walked in the maple forest, surrounded by trees. Autumn has come and will pass. What did the autumn wind take away? Is it gone? Are you still happy? Heartstrings are floating in the wind. There are endless fantasies in my heart, still staying in that blooming season. What will be left in this deciduous season? Is it that innocence or that passion? The change and passage of time has diluted the persistence in my heart, but left bitter memories. Time is boundless, the outer wall of time can't be touched, and its wings can't be caught. It passed so fast, perhaps, it disappeared like a fallen leaf. Come so quietly, go so hastily, so calmly.
7. I like the fallen leaves in autumn, and I like to cherish them deeply in my pages. In my drawer, in the beautiful world I decorated, I am looking for my life from the fallen leaves, looking for the color of my life, and looking for the origin where I can't be free and easy. The fallen leaves are not only the curtain call of the stage, but the construction of a new dance floor, in the noise, in the autumn wind, in the story, in the sound and silence.
8. I often walk into this land in late autumn and look at the golden forests and fallen leaves. I feel the season of life cycle, the warmth of sunshine, the freshness and lightness of the green world and photosynthesis, and the inexhaustible oxygen, all of which delight my body and mind and decorate my beautiful clothes, but I also feel the shortness of life for the fallen leaves. I know fallen leaves. But also for the prosperity of the tree of life. "Fallen leaves are not heartless things, but turn into spring mud to protect flowers." In fact, fallen leaves are becoming an invisible torrent of life in a tangible form of life. She melted the soil in spring and became a river. She deeply enriched the deep-rooted earth.
9. 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.
10, bent down to pick up the fallen leaves, looked at them carefully, and couldn't help but want to trace back to what I looked like when I 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.
1 1, a sudden warm wind, more leaves fall down, just like butterflies dancing in the air in autumn. But like a butterfly in late autumn, it disappears so quickly and silently that it can only capture its beauty in an instant. Little feet tread carefully on the fallen leaves in autumn, making a crisp and pleasant sound that lingers in my ears.
12, I picked up some fallen leaves that fell at my feet like elves. I was surprised to find that the fallen leaves in autumn are so colorful: the thick green has not faded, but has 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.
13, autumn is a mature season, but it is also accompanied by autumn wind sweeping away leaves and ruthlessly scraping off the branches of life. Leaves are like the dusk of life. In the long-gone wind of Qiu Lai, her life is slowly dying in the baptism of endless years. She devoted her life to nature, and she locked her love for life firmly on the trunk of life. Maturity is one of them. Fallen leaves slowly shake off the wings of life in the cool air. Her withering, her wandering and the following of her heart are all breaking away from the raindrops of nature and merging into new natural fragrance forever. Walking is to stay in the natural scenery better, and walking is for a new life, a new life update and dancing space.
There are many beautiful leaves in autumn, such as golden ginkgo leaves, which also make me feel the beauty of autumn. Soft ginkgo leaves stretch the body. A gust of wind blew and they swayed with the wind. Ginkgo biloba leaves, like handfuls of delicate small fans, fan us proudly like peacocks, adding beauty to our lives. Ginkgo biloba leaves have only a few small "blood vessels", which are very unique and will not be forgotten at a glance. The golden ginkgo leaves left a deep impression on me.
15, autumn comes with the sound of fallen leaves, and the morning is fresh as dew. The sky exudes soft light, clear and ethereal, which makes people want to listen to the soaring songs of larks, just like looking at the blue sea and thinking of seeing a white sail. Sunset is the wings of time. When it flies away, it will spread out for a while. So dusk.
16, fallen leaves float to the invisible world and return to silence. Nothing can save a fallen leaf and make it return to the branches and remain fresh. This is a passage, a natural process. It will eventually go deep into the soil, turn into silt and nourish another new life, which is its own continuation and transcendence, and it is also the eternity of the beautiful moment of fallen leaves.
17, fallen leaves rush 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.
18, fallen leaves, some like boats sailing in the wind, some like acrobats tumbling down, and some like gliders circling.
19. Looking at this yellow leaf, I seem to understand something. In this fleeting time, I suddenly realized how much time I wasted. Until this moment, Fang Fang woke up like a dream. What is the pursuit of being in a daze for so many years? It is silly to laugh at yourself. For years, I asked God what he wanted, and the days are gone forever. It's silly to laugh at yourself. For many years, for the persistent pursuit of a dream, I suddenly looked back and found nothing. Another poor smile and sigh, speechless. For a perfect ending, ups and downs have gone through so many years. In retrospect, the memory has long been blurred, and everything falls like this maple leaf. Open the inner window again and walk that long way, which is far from us.
20. The red maple leaves make people feel the beauty of autumn. The unique shape of maple leaf is like a small paw, which looks very playful. Like a lively peacock. The "small blood vessels" of maple leaves are staggered and dazzling. The maple leaf is about 13cm long, slightly wider than the length. There are several prominent "small teeth" on the biggest three "claws", which are very cute. The maple leaf fell gently in my hand and was blown away by a breeze, not just where to travel. In the sun, the red leaves of that tree are so dazzling, layered and dense, really like a burning flame. It beckons to us in the wind, as if to show its exuberant vitality. I stared at the flaming maple leaf, and I couldn't help thinking of Du Mu's poem "Stop and love the maple forest late, the frost leaves are redder than the February flowers". What a lovely wind!
The second paragraph describing the fallen leaves in autumn
1. At this moment, a peach-shaped leaf fell in front of me. I held it in my hand and thought it might be a small peach tree that the Monkey King accidentally knocked off when he stole it. As soon as it fell to the ground, it became a small leaf. I put it under my nose and smelled it, as if it really smelled of peaches!
Some people say that the fallen leaves in autumn are like snow in winter. In spring, snow will turn into water, water into steam, then into rain or snow, and return to the ground. In this way, snow will always surround the ground in some form. Today's autumn leaves can't seem to complete the same cycle as snow. The rustling of leaves when the wind blows them off is the last conversation between leaves and trees. It will be carried away by the wind, or burned by people, with tears in the blazing fire and reduced to ashes.
3. Fallen leaves are the jungle you decorate in autumn. The jungle is like a landscape painting, which makes autumn more gorgeous. It is your dance that is as happy as a dancer and flies like a butterfly, which brings us good feelings.
4. 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.
5. The autumn wind gradually rises, and the flying leaves fall into the soil. The setting sun sprinkled a gentle afterglow on them, and the leaves were golden and the last ray of light was blooming. That is the indelible scenery they left in the dust. I closed my eyes and suddenly remembered: "Falling red is not a heartless thing. Turning into spring mud protects flowers more." "
6. The autumn wind accompanied the fallen leaves and started their journey in different ways. The vitality of spring has faded. The color of spring and the heat of summer are buried by autumn. Autumn brings coolness, but it also brings sadness.
7. Look! In autumn, golden meadows are dotted with flaming red, that is, maple leaves fall gently in the breeze, just like red palms rushing to the earth and throwing themselves into the embrace of the earth, making the beautiful meadows shine like dazzling stars in the night sky, while the beautiful meadows are just like painters accidentally dropping flaming pigments on that golden field, making the autumn colors more charming.
Those yellow leaves lie irregularly on the ground, and the road bricks and asphalt roads are livid, keeping them out of the soil mercilessly. Fallen leaves are like homeless children, letting the wind blow them from East Street to West Street.
9. Fallen leaves are like beautiful butterflies. When they fall, every time they spin, they make people feel like a beautiful butterfly. Accompanied by the breeze, they danced on the drums of the wind and returned to the embrace of the earth.
10, autumn wind rustling, rolling up leaves. The last yellow leaf finally fell in the depths of my eyes, gradually dispersed, gradually became smaller and finally disappeared. Before my eyes, I saw scenes of the past.
1 1. It is no longer light green but yellow. It has lost its former youth, only aging. Maybe you will say it is ugly, because it has become a stain on the beauty of nature. However, I said it was beautiful. It is old now, but it was once brilliant. Now it will melt into the earth and become dirt. It will also nurture young trees and old trees to make their leaves more brilliant in the future.
12, I like the fallen leaves in autumn, and I like to cherish them deeply in my pages. In my drawer, in the beautiful world I decorated, I am looking for my life from the fallen leaves, looking for the color of my life, and looking for the origin where I can't be free and easy. The fallen leaves are not only the curtain call of the dance floor, but the construction of a new dance floor, in the noise, in the autumn wind and in the story.
13, lonely leaves. He feels lonely in this autumn. He is the main theme of autumn and also symbolizes the acme of everything. Maple leaves are dyed red and ginkgo leaves are falling. I pity that he can't stand the cold winter and accompany me through the world of powder and jade. He is so handsome that there is no sadness. In autumn, he came and went in a hurry, so busy, leaving no gap.
14, when I saw the fallen leaves, I thought of the teachers who were sweating. They educate us like spring breeze and let us grow sturdily. Seeing fallen leaves, I think autumn should not be sad; When I see fallen leaves, I think of the cleaner. They are unknown, but they are doing extraordinary work in ordinary posts. When I see fallen leaves, I think a lot.
15, look, there are pieces of leaves falling down, some dancing like butterflies, some flying like birds, and some spinning like dancers. I ran over and reached out to catch one. Ha, like a golden boat. Maybe it fell because it wanted to throw itself into the arms of the river. I gently put it into the river. The river spouted as if clapping. The "ship" gave me a gentle spin, said goodbye and began its interesting voyage.
16, walking alone in the courtyard, stepping into a shade, the rustling sound image at the foot is the whisper of life. Autumn wind rustling, playing a sad chord rhyme. The sky is high and the clouds are light, and a flock of geese pass by. Suddenly, a fallen leaf broke into my sight, gently brushed my cheek, quietly rotated in the autumn wind and slowly fell to the ground. I slowly reached out my palm and let it float into my palm.
17, squat down, pick up a fallen leaf and count the visible textures. I think life is so important that the wind blows for a while. How many little leaves are there to find their mother? This short and meaningful ceremony is neither grand nor gorgeous, but it seems a little depressing in the autumn wind, but the end of the past is also the beginning of the present. Leaves have fallen off and gone deep into the soil, which can also be used as nutrients. We will continue, start again, and there will be new winds.
18, the golden leaves of poplars, the broad leaves of buttonwood trees and the agate-shaped ginkgo garden decorate the earth beautifully.
19, suddenly a "Hua" shaking sound squeezed into my ear. I suddenly looked up, and it was the sound of buttonwood leaves falling from the tree. They sometimes descend slowly like parachutes; Sometimes it glides leisurely like a flock of flying swallows; Sometimes a string of swings floated down, and I grabbed a plane tree leaf to observe. Its feel is not smooth. Although the color is similar to that of Ginkgo biloba leaves, the veins are clearly visible, like a magical painted picture, which is very different from Ginkgo biloba leaves.
20. In autumn and October, many leaves turn yellow. In the wind, those naughty lobular dolls fly down, making the earth more beautiful! In this beautiful season, I can't help but put down my books and walk into this colorful fairy tale.
2 1, strolling in the mountain path, not attracted by the geese flying south, not fascinated by the fragrant osmanthus, but stopped by the golden ginkgo. Those leaves, once golden and splendid, are flying in the air like butterflies, like saying goodbye to this important ceremony, and like children jumping into their mothers' arms and returning to the earth.
22. I crouched down quietly and involuntarily, and I slowly picked up a fallen leaf. Gently stroking its delicate texture, I suddenly raised a kind of respect in the face of the selfless heart of a small member in nature.
23. Maple leaves in autumn are beautiful. The maple leaf is shaped like a hand with a smooth surface. Stick the maple leaf on your face, just like a hand gently stroking your face. The stems on the maple leaf are like the Yellow River, which is divided into many tributaries and then into many small rivers. The edge of the fiery red leaf is a little yellow, the middle is a little green and the middle is a little red, which really looks like a magical leaf.
24. We came to the Ginkgo Woods in the deepest part of the park. Ginkgo orchards are yellow, green and colorful. They are small and exquisite, only half the size of a palm, which is very attractive. Ginkgo Garden, like handfuls of small yellow-green cattail fans, is quietly fanning us!
25. I walked to the iron tree and stared at a leaf. Although spring has come, the iron leaves are still so green. Iron leaves are sharp and thick, like a sword. I think the old iron leaf should be soft and tender. Because of this, all herbivores like to eat. Every time Cycas were eaten black and blue, so Cycas grew very hard. Finally, one day, the Cycas grew thick and sharp, and there were no animals to eat. I thought the same thing.
26. A maple leaf falls on my shoulder. When I saw it, there was another maple tree here. The maple leaves on the tree are burning and crumbling. When the wind blew gently, the maple leaf fell to the ground like a little doll. This is, Maple Leaf started the sprint competition with the help of Grandma Feng. Why are maple leaves so red? It turns out that maple leaves are originally green because they contain chlorophyll. In autumn, some objects called anthocyanins enter the maple leaf again, so the maple leaf turns red. The maple leaf is shaped like a palm with five forks. Maybe maple leaves didn't have five forks before. Later, I admired people's palms and grew up like that.
27. Pieces of smooth and delicate maple leaves are pressed together like brothers and sisters, shaped like palms. Especially their colors. That kind of fiery red, red as a burning fire, seems to be dripping from the tip of the blade. The fiery red maple leaves seem to warm my heart and make me feel the coolness of autumn wind.
28. A gust of wind blows, and a few small sharp corners of the leaves sway, much like a baby's small palm! Smooth leaves, very soft, with small jagged edge, won't sting your hands. There is a little yellow and green in the middle of the red Ye Er, like countless dazzling rubies hanging between your fingers.
29. Compared with maple leaves, ginkgo in autumn is not inferior. The fan-shaped shape has a unique taste. Some ginkgo leaves are separated from the middle and split in two. Ginkgo biloba leaves seem to know that the cold wind is coming in autumn and winter, so they put on green spring clothes and a thick golden warm coat, which shines in the sun. If you smell Ginkgo biloba leaves, a kind of fragrance from the earth, you will feel relaxed and happy.
30. From a distance, those leaves cluster, cluster, cluster, like intimate friends whispering. Red is like fire, pink is like chardonnay, yellow is like gold and green is like emerald. They compete with each other and shine in the sun.
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