Perhaps, autumn does not have the mildness of spring, the enthusiasm of summer, nor the purity of winter. However, the fall with its elegant, cold captured a number of people who love autumn.
And the sentence describing autumn is full of love for autumn.
1. In the late fall sky, masses of white clouds, like well-played wool, slowly floated.
2. When autumn comes, the sky is blue and clear, as if the sapphire washed with water.
3, the beauty of autumn is mature. It is not as shy as spring, summer so frank, winter so introverted.
4. In the fall, all the osmanthus flowers on the osmanthus tree bloom, so that people from far away can smell the intoxicating fragrance.
5, Autumn may be hidden in the golden rice ears, perhaps hidden in the fire through the persimmons, perhaps hidden in the green vegetable fields.
6, fall, always so sad. Yesterday is also filled with life vitality of the green leaves, suddenly become yellow and yellow ......
7, autumn, after a tense harvest, in the blink of an eye, everything has faded color, a vast expanse of land pale yellow bare.
8, the grass on the playground, no longer as green as in the spring, but all yellow, deaf and pulling the head, from a distance there is a kind of beauty.
9, fall in the field. The fields are golden yellow. Yellow rice, as far as I can see, the whole field is like a golden carpet.
10. Autumn is not as white as winter, but its orange clothes are not bad! And it's much warmer than that white dress in winter.
11. In the park, there were clusters of flowers, white and red, big and small, colorful. I bent down and sniffed at the flowers, and a fresh scent came into my heart.
12, in the fall, the leaves fall one by one, with a hint of regret, cast into the arms of mother earth. They jumped, twirled, danced lightly and fell.
13, the fall is coming, the sky is high, the blue sky, the geese in groups flying to the south, they sometimes line up "a" shape, sometimes line up "human" shape.
14. In the garden, many flowers have withered, only chrysanthemums are still open. They are colorful, purple and red, light yellow, snow-white, green in the autumn wind often nodded.
15. Autumn, is a season that makes me miss, that yard leaves and my thoughts have accumulated a thick stack, but that full of rice, more happy the world in my heart.
16, in the fall, most of the flowers have lost their former style, the petals have fallen, while a variety of chrysanthemums are competing, decorated the city, beautifying the environment.
17. Autumn, drifting down is lonely, leaves, falling is sad, autumn leaves, represents the love that can not be retained. A piece of a piece in front of the drift down, as if the happiness of a little by little passing ......
18, autumn is really a beautiful picture of heaven. Sunset, soughing autumn wind, the sound of the pastoral flute, reeds flying. The lake is blue, the beach is quiet, fruits and melons, the moon is hanging high.
19, look, the woods, that a red maple tree, like burning, the sky rows of geese are flying to the warm south, the sound of geese is the words of their farewell.
20, full of rice, the farmer's hope will be dyed yellow. Such as the gold of the autumn sun, hanging in the dark face of parents, sweat beads slide down the moment, my dream from the shoulders of parents began to fly ......
21, there are a few sycamore trees in the campus, has turned crimson, the autumn wind, a piece of the fallen leaves are like a butterfly, in the sky happily fluttering, and now and then also change the The wind is blowing, and the leaves are like a butterfly flying happily in the sky, changing their dancing posture.
22. In the fall, plants seem to scramble to the barber store to go over. Some people may ask: "What do they go to the barbershop for?" Of course it's to color their hair, they want to be fashionable too!
23, autumn, poplar leaves yellow, hanging in the trees, as if a small yellow flowers; floating down in the air, like a yellow butterfly; fell in the river next to the trees, as if the golden boat.
24, although the fall has been a long time, but this year's summer heat that all day soak in the stink of sweat, that hand a touch, a hand of hot feeling is engraved in the memory, it seems that the aftermath of the summer is still slow to retreat.
25, fall in the woods. The woods are yellow. The leaves of a ginkgo turned yellow and floated to the feet of the tree mother, as if a small fan, fan where fan, fan away the summer heat.
26. Autumn is not as spring as a hundred flowers competing, fragrant and pleasant; not as summer as so many little beings singing; not as beautiful as winter. However, it is the most beautiful in my heart.
27. After the fall rain, all the fruits in the orchard wore a pearl necklace. Use your hand to shake the branches, that a pearl necklace are coincidentally fall down. It dripped on the stone and made a ticking sound.
28, in the fall, it will make the farmers uncle very happy, because they worked hard to plant the grain fruits and so on, all harvest. Wow, remembering my favorite green orange out of orange, mouth watering.
29, azure sky. In late fall, spotless, crystal clear. A cloud of haze reflected in the clear Jialing River; fish-scale microwaves, turquoise river water, adding the color of the floating clouds, extraordinarily gorgeous.
30, the soft sunshine lifts the overflowing colorful and golden journey of life, the distant sky under the white clouds of an innocent girl in her hometown on the banks of the river to wash the clothes, the sparkling waves reflect her youthful fitness, intoxicating sunset written all over the face of her charming smile.
31, in the fall, most of the leaves are gradually turning yellow, some have been withered down, only the maple leaves red down, red, red, red, red, for the fall added a bright landscape, really "frost leaves red than February flowers" ah!
32, autumn, there is no spring colorful flowers, there is no summer lush unusual green trees, there is no winter flurry of snowflakes, but the autumn has fruitful fruit trees, to bring people the joy of harvest, everywhere is fruit!
33, the field, heavy ears of grain smile bent waist, red-faced sorghum like a drunken young man, mallet-like corn revealed rows of neat teeth, cotton open coat reveals the snow-white underwear, everywhere is a harvest scene.
34. Autumn is finally here. I grew up in the south, the autumn of the south has an unusual love and attachment. In the south, summer comes long, so that the arrival of autumn will always be later than in the north. However, the difference between fall and summer in the South is still obvious.
35, autumn is the season of ripening crops, but also the farmers favorite season. Sorghum red face, bracts grinning, yellow corn kernels, like a golden bean, grain smile bent waist, is bowing to us, soybean by the wind out of the sound of music.
36, in the orchard, the apple bloomed beautiful smile, a bunch of grapes such as crystal agate; orange pear, you squeeze me, scrambling for people to pick it; pomegranate to see this joyful scene, but also grinning, that a pomegranate seed, like a sparkling gem.
37, turn a page of smooth and lingering sheet music, flying red leaves dancing in the vast and distant blue sky, autumn cicadas gently chanting in the euphemistic creek, the moonlight rattles the glittering surface of the water, the autumn water in the starry night to the people to tell people the fate of the past life ......
38, next to the paddy field There is a pond. There is a sycamore tree on the edge of the pond. One by one, yellow leaves fell from the tree. Some fell into the water, and little fish swam over and hid under them, using them as umbrellas. Some fell on the bank, and the ants climbed up and ran back and forth, using it as a playground.
39, autumn light stacked stacks of rehash, the latent degree of stealing three paths in the autumn, there is no spring colorful flowers, there is no summer lush and unusual green trees, there is no winter flurry of snowflakes, but the autumn has a fruitful fruit trees, bring people the joy of the harvest, and everywhere is the melon and fruit all over the place!
40, autumn maple autumn is the season of sowing, autumn is the season of sadness, autumn is also the time of the maple. The maple of autumn is so sad. The leaves of the maple are so sentimental! Autumn wind blew and took away the leaves! A piece of leaf reluctant to leave, in exchange for the maple's salvation, the maple is not do not want to but helpless to salvage ......
41, another leafy fall, the remnants of the memory is like a nightingale, shuttling dark and lonely night, sadness indulged in the tears of the old age. The dead leaves are more yellow, the wind is not tired of blowing down a sad "butterfly", "butterfly" took away one after another of the sweet and sour ......
42, Late autumn the bottom of the clarified sky, like an endless calm blue sea; strong white light in the air jumping, like the surface of the sea microwave; the foot of the mountain pieces of sorghum when swaying full head of the spike, like fluctuating red water; and the decline of the yellow leaves to the field with the color of the waning.
43, look at this side of the paddy field, golden yellow rice ripe, heavy rice bounty pressure of rice poles are bent, a wind blew, set off layers of rice waves. The front waves did not run far, the back of the rice waves and catch up, the back waves to catch up with the front waves, layer after layer, and finally connected to a piece, that is how beautiful ah!
44. Autumn is not as gorgeous as spring, but it has a color that is one of the best in the world--red. Maple leaves only blush when they meet autumn, and from afar, they look as red as the morning sun, coloring the mountains red. When the wind blew, the maple leaves floated down like red snow. So that people can come and enjoy it.
45, the beautiful wisteria withered, it can not add color to the campus, but it is very smart, it gave this heavy responsibility as just grown up butterfly orchid, so that the spring and summer by the wisteria for the school to increase the color, autumn and winter by the butterfly orchid for the school to increase the color, so that the campus will be beautiful all year round.
46. Although there are not as many little creatures in the fall as in the summer, the landscape of falling leaves in the fall can be much more beautiful than they are. When the wind blows up, the leaves fall with the wind, and sometimes make a sound, as if telling everyone loudly: "Who says there are no butterflies in the fall? Am I not? How about it, isn't it pretty!"
47, when the weather is slowly getting cold the earth gradually stiff, once turquoise and robust body in the seething autumn wind slowly getting old and yellow, he supported the gauntness with tenacity, righteousness and resistance to the assault of the frost; when everything gradually faded color life gradually depressed, he showed the tenacity of life for the earth.
48. Autumn came with the sound of falling leaves, and the morning was as fresh as dew. The sky emits a soft glow, clarifying and indistinct, making one want to hear a burst of high-flying larks singing, just as one looks at the blue sea and thinks of seeing a white sail. Sunset is the wing of time, and as it flies away there is a moment of supreme splendor unfolding. And so twilight.
49, autumn rain hit their faces. A pile of dark gray misty clouds, low on the earth. It was late fall already, and the endless forest was bare, and the old trees stood somberly, letting the brown moss hide the wrinkles on its body. The merciless fall had stripped them of their beautiful garments, and they had to stand there bald.
50, came to the field, saw the rice changed into a golden dress, that field road car to and fro, bustling. There are transporting corn, there are pulling sorghum; there are also loaded beans. A grain truck, loaded with the joy of harvest. In the vegetable garden, we must count the cabbage is the most striking, a cabbage are growing so plump.
51、After a drizzle, the earth changed its appearance. Early in the morning, a burst of fresh air. The birds in the trees were ready to fly to the south, and the laughter of the birds could not be seen. From the woods came a rustling sound, it was the falling leaves, they fluttered and fluttered in the air, dancing gracefully and falling to the ground.
52, unconsciously, out of the forest, the bank is born dense reeds, far away, and near the water, the distant trees into one, the color from light to dark, like a painting, is the best painter can not adjust this kind of matching colors. I can not help but think of a poem: "Since ancient times, autumn is sad and lonely, I say that autumn is born in spring!"
53, walked to the field, only to see a harvest scene: snow-white cotton; heavy rice, full grain sorghum. They are blown by the wind, nodding frequently. What is the sound of "popping"? Oh! It turned out to be the farmer's uncle in the hard work of breaking corn! One by one, the corn was put into the basket, this is the farmer uncle's hard labor results.
54, autumn, autumn leaves flying all over the sky, like butterflies in flight. Fallen leaves slowly fall, as if the breath of autumn shear, scattered to all corners of the world, the warmth of the share to everyone, the happiness left to everyone, the blessing to everyone. In the fall, the top of the mountain has been surrounded by thick fog, as if the mountain grandfather wearing a big white straw hat.
55. The sky is so high! A piece of gauze-like white clouds are slowly floating, as if staying on the earth's beautiful autumn colors, unwilling to leave. At this time, Linlin said to me: "Look, the pine trees there are so beautiful! I looked in the direction he pointed, and sure enough, I saw a few pines against the fence, even more lush and vibrant in the sunlight.
56, the middle of November, but there is no sign of winter to come, look up, sparse tree branches cross each other, sometimes occasionally a hint of sunlight, sunlight in the leaves flickering, has been following me, it is a fine silhouette in the pool of water and the real scene, with a seven-point similarity, and for a moment can not distinguish between real and imaginary.
57, and then came to the playground, I lie in the autumn grass, look up to the sky, the sky seems extraordinarily high, or how to say "autumn high" it! The grasses touched my arms and my face. We recited the poem of autumn: "Since ancient times, autumn has been sad and lonely. " while enjoying the cozy cool feeling of the grasses caressing us.
58, in the fall you must go to the hillock, to see all the mountains red, layers of forests. I like the afternoon autumn sun, facing the warm sunshine, sitting alone in the sparse shadow of the trees on the hillside. Colorful leaves, or hanging in the branches or flying in the air flashing light color, accompanied by the wind chime general melodious, gently dance its ethereal spirit, so that you have a kind of want to fly want to sing the pleasure.
59, looking out from the middle school to elementary school this endless corridor. Like in a forest. We looked closely at each tree, some had yellow and green leaves on them, while others were still green, and some had become all yellow. There were other trees where the yellow leaves on each branch blended with the green leaves in a way that made it look extraordinarily well-proportioned. Slowly I became mesmerized by the autumn scenery in this promenade.
60, the maple forest to the earth laid a red carpet, the autumn wind blew, the maple leaves issued a clattering sound, as if in the applause to celebrate the harvest scene. Look at the chrysanthemums, how enthusiastically they bloom! How exuberant! Yellow, red, white, purple ...... a flower, a cluster, facing the autumn wind, wearing frost, fight for beauty, spitting fragrance, open everywhere, simply become a world of brocade.
61, the right side of the persimmon tree is full of heavy persimmons, these yellow shiny persimmons, like a lovely little lantern. In the dense and verdant holly trees in the background looks more bright and lovely. Autumn wind blew, a "small lantern" gently swaying up, flashing light. The dead leaves of the sycamore tree in the autumn wind have fluttered down, as if the yard is full of fluttering colorful butterflies.
62, the sycamore tree in the autumn trees look very tall, there are a lot of trees are grown in the spring, and in the fall, most of the leaves are buried under the tree; and the sycamore tree, the fall is when he is in full bloom, his leaves such as maple leaves, the stripes of each leaf is almost the same, the color of the leaves, from the edge of the yellow inward. Every tree here seems to have been painted.
63、Look over there, as if the white clouds in the sky were falling on the, oh, that's a cotton field. I went close to see, see some of the cotton all open ah, revealing the snow like white cotton wool; some or peach bones, looks bloated to rupture like; some buds, like a girl shy like hesitant to show. The peasants, with a cotton bag tied around their waists, were busy collecting the flowers as they chatted.
64, fall is the beauty of falling leaves, a gust of wind blew after the summer is gone, autumn came. Leaves from the original dense to yellow, and then fall. This is a process, but also very beautiful. I walked on the mountain road, the dense fall of dead leaves paved a golden-colored road, strolling in it, the body and mind seem to be one with nature. I picked up a piece of fallen leaves, the yellow leaves are still slightly greenish color.
65, the orchard, fruitful. Grapes hang in a big bunch under the green leaves, red purple dark red light green ...... colorful and beautiful. Apples showing red cheeks, as if smiling and calling people to come and pick it! The persimmon tree is full of red persimmons, as if a small orange-red lantern is shining. The pear tree is full of big yellow duck pears, fragrant and sweet, like cute little gourds.
66. The bees, having finished taking honey from the flowers, buzzed and sang their thanks; the leaves of the trees, cooled by the breeze, sough and rattle their thanks. The ring and grass to repay the kindness, learn to be grateful, efforts are your best return to the fathers and mothers. Autumn is the most mature landscape, from now on, cherish the young, do not wait until the white head, leaving empty hatred. Simply because, through the beauty of autumn, can make the kernel of our life become brilliant, become bright.
67, in the fall you must go to the poplar forest, to appreciate the unique spontaneity and solitude in nature. Walking in the middle of the upright tree trunks, stepping on the loose golden leaves, the heart will be flooded with a burst of nostalgia. Then turn to yesterday's diary, you will recall a pile of nostalgic past events. If you are tired of walking, lean against a big tree for a while, a solid feeling will slowly infuse into the bottom of your heart, which is strong and powerful.
68, the end of the woods, the distant harvest scene jumped into my eyes. In the field, the rice is golden, as if the ground is full of golden treasure, rice has been bent by the crown of the head, but it is not satisfied with the current situation, but also to continue to grow as if they seem to create the Guinness Book of World Records it! With a smile of joy on its face and the wind blowing, it even beckoned to us, inviting me to visit its lodging place.
69、Autumn night, the sky is high and dewy, a crescent moon hangs quietly in the southwest sky. The cool moonlight sprinkled the earth, is so gloomy, the Milky Way stars but more and more brilliant. Dense boundless sorghum corn grain field, this singing should be ringing with the chirping sound of autumn insects, caddis flies also occasionally add a few accompaniment, blowing the Weng like intermittent blowing cold cigar. The willows were quietly hanging by the side of the road, shadowing the meandering, weed-covered path.
70, walking on the road, the sunshine and the autumn wind accompanied by the face. All around the quiet and serene, listen carefully, as if you can hear them in the sweater fibers play between the rustling sound. The sweater seemed to gradually bulge like a hot air balloon as if it were laid out on a dryer, warming me as if it were going to take me up, making my feet lighter and lighter, my heart light and airy, turning into the gentlest of breezes as I flew off into a better, farther away land.
71, as far as the eye can see, full of golden rice, a wind blew, the rice nodded to me, beckoned, told me the arrival of autumn. Next to the sorghum are also red face, head down, like a little girl who did something wrong, shyly stood there. Walking on the path in the field, looking up at the high sky, you will experience the meaning of the autumn high; a gust of autumn wind comes to the face, making people feel relaxed and happy. Autumn is in the vast fields.
72. There are no long stretches of high mountains in my hometown. The broad and flat land has nurtured the bold and open-mindedness of the country people. Once upon a time, the early morning soft sunshine in the quiet land free grazing, the ears of wheat and cauliflower flavor from the field diffuse rippling. The men who put down their farming tools and lit up their poor-quality cigarettes, squinting, were intoxicated inside. They are thick, branded on their dark faces, and their simple smiles are pure. In their bones, only the simple philosophy of labor.
73, the autumn girl came to the courtyard. You see. Chrysanthemums compete in color, red like fire, yellow like gold, pink like the sun, white like snow. Into the orchard. Saw a variety of nutritional duck pear; a string of pearl-like grapes from green to dark red, long and garden and large crystal transparent, like agate. Grapes picked, I picked a large put in the mouth and sweet and sour, juice is very much, really delicious. The jujube tree is full of a bright crystal reddish jujube, bite is so sweet, so crisp.
74. Autumn is the season of alternating cold and heat. An autumn rain a cool, a few days ago after an autumn rain, there is no longer hot and difficult temperatures, the raging autumn tiger abruptly disappeared. People can go out of the house, into nature, enjoy the autumn scenery; autumn no longer have radiation burning ultraviolet radiation, sunburned skin hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot.
75. The difference between autumn and summer in addition to climate, there are many. For example, the leaves, autumn and summer leaves of the color of the color contrast Pi big. Once in the fall, the green leaves on the trees are not so bright green, slowly from green to yellow, with the depth of autumn most of the tree species of leaves a golden yellow, brilliant and radiant, in a gust of autumn wind sweeping, pieces of yellow leaves also began to have drifted down to the earth, quite spectacular. On the countryside paths, the earthy atmosphere gradually thickens, morning exercise and evening walks, the wind blowing Xi with a slight coolness.
76, the autumn winds, the harvest season has come, the autumn is thick, yellow leaves are floating. Early in the morning, the dawn of autumn has come, the sunshine spreads to the earth, cool wind, make us throw all the troublesome brain are out of the clouds. Cool wind, clear water, high mountains, blue sky, light smoke, dense forests, yellow leaves, high sun, white clouds, the autumn scenery is very beautiful, really call people praise. Autumn is a picturesque poem. Autumn is the chapter of Xu Xu like life.
77, the earth put on a golden sweater, yellow leaves and brightly colored maple leaves floating down, like a few colorful butterflies fluttering in the air. Although the frost descended, but the grandfather of the pine is still wearing a turquoise green robe, look more verdant. In the garden, chrysanthemums compete for color, red as fire, pink as Xia, white as snow, beautiful. The leaves on the persimmon tree have all fallen, but the yellow persimmons are still hanging on the finger, like a big and small orange lanterns, the red begonias have bent the branches of the tree.
78, although the fall is not as delicate as spring; not as charming as summer; not as cold as winter. But it has its own unique splendor. Autumn has just arrived, but the earth has early autumn, eye-catching green color some yellow, eye-catching green light some fade. Until late fall, the golden waves of wheat rolling, the whole earth seems to be dazzling yellow, eye-catching yellow, glorious yellow. Standing in a hazy golden yellow, gently close your eyes and listen to the melody of autumn, it is so ebullient, can not help but make people intoxicated.
79, fall came the sky like a sapphire covering the earth. Outside the village that small pond open blue eyes, gazing at this beautiful sky. A pair of small white geese side of the head to appreciate their own reflection in the water shadow. The leaves of the maple trees in the valley, I don't know whether they have drunk too much wine, red like a fire. The village in front of the village behind the rice, low head bent over, in the autumn wind silently waiting for people to harvest, in mid-air, lined up "human" shape of the flock of geese, singing happily, bid farewell to the people, to the sky slowly flew away ......
80, came to the countryside, a large area of gold and silver. As far as the eye can see, a large area of golden rice, the autumn wind blows, rice swaying with the wind, as the waves of the sea, wave after wave. In the orchard, the fruit is also ripe, yellow pear, red apple, orange tangerine ...... fall in the branches, the branches are bent. Roadside golden leaves, paved a "golden road", leaves reluctantly left the branches, like a butterfly in the air fluttering lightly. Branches alone, like an old grandfather lost hair ......
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