Sentences describing autumn flowers

Autumn in October, the blue sky is like washing, cool and comfortable. The wild flowers on the roadside are swaying in the wind, silently blessing the autumn harvest. A gust of autumn wind blows, and the hillside is red, which is a fiery maple leaf; The lake is clear, can see the bottom, shines on people, just like a mirror; The chrysanthemums are blooming, so gorgeous and delicate, which is really unique. There are also thick corn, persimmons and red apples from Huang Chengcheng. Every autumn, rice fields in Huang Chengcheng turn up Jin Lang. Autumn has come quietly, with the hope and joy of harvest. The rice is ripe. Golden rice fields, clusters of full and full ears of rice, carry it. The earth is boiling. Farmers are carrying sickles and driving motorcycles back and forth in the fields. The rumbling sound resounded through my ears, and the fields were full of busy people. Even children follow adults to help pick up the ears of rice and do what they can. Hundreds of flowers compete for spring, and the spring is beautiful. In fact, autumn is more beautiful, and the colors in autumn are gorgeous. In autumn, rice fields are full of flowers. The leaves on the tree keep changing colors, and gradually become crimson, pink, reddish, golden, light yellow and orange ... showing colorful colors. Autumn scenery is as beautiful as fairy tales and dreams. Autumn has come, and the weather is getting cooler every day, as if to tell people that summer has passed and autumn has begun. With the arrival of autumn wind, the colors of leaves are constantly changing to adapt to the changes in the environment. The leaves began to fall. The fields are golden and the gratifying scene of a bumper harvest gives people a feeling of "spring flowers and autumn fruits". In autumn, chrysanthemums are in full bloom, and all kinds of chrysanthemums are not to be outdone. They bloom in various ways. The colors of chrysanthemums are colorful: some are as white as snow, some are as black and purple as black jade, and some are as golden as gold ... It is elegant and pleasing to the eye. Enjoy the sunshine in summer. In the early autumn, the Great Northern Wilderness, the endless Jin Lang rolling, and the fragrant Mi Dou flowing. The rice harvester is busy in the golden paddy field. October is the harvest season, and the beautiful northern country is picturesque: look at the endless rice fields, the rice waves are rolling and golden, like a golden ocean. People especially like autumn. Spring is the season of cultivation, and summer is the season of breeding. This is the harvest season, this is the autumn season. The autumn wind blew across the fields and turned into yellow and golden rice. People bent down with laughter. Only in this way can people feel the sweetness of labor and the joy of harvest. The farmers in the field, whose smiles are tanned by the sun, don't know how much sweat they have shed. Now that a bumper harvest is in sight, can it not make people happy? Autumn is the harvest season. In the endless rice fields, you can see charming gold when you look around, which is even more dazzling under the sunlight, like gold all over the ground. Wow! No wonder the farmers who cut rice are so happy that they can't even close their mouths. Looking at such fruitful results, who is not happy to blossom! Autumn has come, and the sky is as blue as a sapphire washed with clear water. The autumn sky is as blue as the sea. White clouds float slowly like a canoe sailing. When the wind blows, leaves fall and dance in the sky, just like butterflies in Huang Cancan. There are maple trees, all red. Shake it, and the leaves fall one after another, as if a red carpet had been laid on the ground. Pine leaves are lovely green, just like open green velvet umbrellas. When the wind blows, they sway gently. Miss Qiu came to us singing "The Song of Harvest". In the rice fields, harvesters are singing cheerful songs. They are shuttling back and forth in the fields, holding the heavy ears of rice in their arms. Where is autumn? Autumn is in the golden fields. Golden rice fields are like a golden carpet. Where is autumn? Autumn is in a beautiful park. Leaves are fluttering, including red leaves and yellow leaves. Red leaves are like clouds of flames, and yellow leaves are flying in the air like golden butterflies. Chrysanthemums are red as fire, pink as chardonnay, yellow as gold and white as snow. Autumn is beautiful. Autumn is like a painting, autumn is like a poem, autumn is like a song and autumn is like a beautiful fairy tale. Autumn is fruitful. It does not have the charm and charm of spring, nor the warmth of summer, nor the tranquility of winter when snowflakes are flying, but it has its own unique beauty. When the autumn wind blows over your cheeks, in the paddy field, the full ears of rice are full of mature joy, bending down, hunching your back and lowering your head. Seems to be a modest model of successful people. Autumn has come, and it is fruitful. All these are magical canvases-nature, carefully using lines with different thicknesses and colorful pigments to outline colorful pictures, which makes people feel relaxed and happy. I love autumn, it is quiet, simple and noble. Its beauty is mature-it is not as shy as spring, so open in summer and so introverted in winter. Winter is so delicate. Autumn is the harvest season, the golden season-as lovely as spring, as enthusiastic as summer and as charming as winter. The sunshine in autumn is warm and quiet, the autumn wind in Dongxiang is warm and gentle, and the blue sky and white clouds are elegant and melodious. Good joke: as soon as September arrives, there will be autumn, which will slip in the foggy dawn and disappear in the hot afternoon. It crept past. Then fly over the valley in groups and leave. In another night or two, the autumn frost will cover the valley under the moon, and then return to the mountains in the north for a short stay, so that the golden early autumn can gently soothe the earth. The faint fennel smell filled the sky, and the fragrance of Jin Ju. The fog billowed and was broken by the moonlight in September, revealing a blue sky. Autumn, always the blue sky, will suddenly turn its face and reveal a sinister color. Tropical typhoon with dense clouds and heavy rain, flood undercurrent, recovered grassland a little pale. However, after the typhoon and rainstorm flashed, the strong airflow was still shaking, giving off dazzling waves. At this time, only migratory birds from the north know this warm bed, and the flying swans, geese and wild ducks are like a dark cloud, which makes it even more gloomy. I don't know how long it took, as if a tense struggle was finally unfolding. A ray of leisurely breath floated from the broad chest of the field, and there was water-like clarity on the slope and dam. The trees and crops in the air began to sway in the breeze, and the leaves became calm and wide. Dew came back, wet the ridge in the morning and evening, and hung quietly on the ridge. Lulan also came to the dam and floated quietly, never returning to the valley. Although the sun is still shining, it is no longer painful. ..... Autumn is coming! The sight of jumping into the window gave me a feeling of deja vu. The blue sky, white clouds and wild weeds washed yellow by autumn frost look like a virgin in a golden gauze, naked and ivory, dancing in the bleak autumn wind, showing a charming face. Standing on the top of the mountain in autumn, like a mighty god of war, shaking off a bloody shirt. Indeed, she has brought abundant fruits to nature and countless foods to many creatures, including people. Autumn rain hit them in the face. Piles of dark gray clouds pressed the earth very low. It is already late autumn, the endless trees in the forest are bare, the old trees are standing gloomily, and the brown moss covers their wrinkles. Ruthless autumn took off their beautiful clothes. They had to stand there naked. Autumn comes with the sound of fallen leaves, and the morning is fresh as dew. The sky is soft and bright, clear and ethereal, which makes people want to hear the song of a soaring lark, just like looking at the blue sea and thinking about seeing a white sail. Sunset is the wing of time. When it flies away, it unfolds for an instant. So dusk. A clear day in late autumn is like an endless calm blue sea; Strong white light jumps in the air, just like microwaves on the sea; At the foot of the mountain, patches of sorghum are always swaying full heads, like fluctuating red water; However, the withered leaves painted the fields with withered colors. What a beautiful autumn, here, it is no longer scorched earth and ashes. This is a bustling place, and the red carpet is paved with mountains and winds. Korean pine covered with elastic skin is still alive, proudly standing on the high rocks, whistling in the valley and flying slowly in the rice fields. When the steep west wind brushes the sky higher and higher; When the stranger's child looks at the last south flying goose; When the boundless grass on the vast wilderness is swaying to yellow-at this time, it is autumn, and it is the season when trees fall leaves. In the middle of the night after autumn, the moon goes down and the sun hasn't come out yet, leaving only a blue sky; Everything fell asleep except the things that traveled at night. Late autumn dusk always comes quickly. In the mountain river, the sun sets in the western hills before the water vapor evaporated from the sun dissipates. As a result, the haze wind in the valley, with a strong coolness, drove the white fog and strolled down the mountain. The shadow of the mountain peak fell on the village more quickly, and the shadow became thicker and thicker, gradually blending with the night, but it was quickly turned silver-gray by the moonlight candle. The round moon gradually rose to the sky. A transparent gray cloud faintly covered the moonlight, and the field seemed to be shrouded by a wisp of light smoke, as if falling into a dream. After the night clouds passed, the fields were filled with smoke. It was a gloomy day in Gao Lu, and a crescent moon hung quietly on the southwest horizon. The cold moon shines on the earth, so it is dark, but the stars in the Milky Way are getting brighter and brighter. In the dense and boundless fields of sorghum, corn and millet, this song rang with the chirping of autumn insects, accompanied by occasional accompaniment, and the ground blower blew cold eggplant intermittently. Willow branches hang quietly on the roadside. However, half of it was covered by clouds, and I hid in the gap between trees far away, like a country girl, shy. Once upon a time, people said, "However, we shouted for a thousand times and urged her for a thousand times before she began to walk towards us, still hiding half of her face behind her guitar from us." Better! The clouds are getting thicker and thicker, and he is too lazy to care. But I think if it's autumn night, it's better to blow some west wind. Although it's not a real pine tree, we still need to listen to the sound of "pottery". The west wind will naturally not come. When we sleep, we light two or three wax sticks in the middle of the hall. The timid flame pressed down the big roof and we couldn't breathe. We looked at each other by candlelight. Like the sea. Only a few barks from far and near tell us that the blue sky is still alive. Late autumn, spotless, crystal clear. Clouds are reflected on the clear Jialing River. The microwave of fish scales and the green river water add color to the clouds, which is particularly gorgeous. On a cool and sunny autumn night, the bright red Mars in the starry sky adds a lot of luster and interest to us. Recently, after eight o'clock every night, Mars has risen from the horizon in the southeast. It is brighter than any star in the nearby sky, so you can easily find it no matter where you are. What a tragic atmosphere the fallen leaves in the north render! The fallen leaves are dyed golden yellow or vermilion. At first, they may just be fragmented, just like a golden butterfly with two broken souls. But then, there was a golden red shower. Then, a golden red carpet was laid under the tree. On this carpet, bare and scattered trunks and branches stand like iron castings. On the corner, on the wall, on the edge of the hut, at the door of the kitchen, they will grow up one by one. This is the heyday of autumn. Like olives and pigeon eggs, jujube trees show light green and yellow in small oval leaves. When the leaves of jujube trees fall and the dates are red, there will be a northwest wind. The locust tree in the northland is also an ornament reminiscent of Qiu Lai. When I get up in the morning, I will spread the floor. When you step on it, there is no sound, no smell, only a little tiny and soft touch. Qiu Chan's faint lingering sound is the characteristic of the northland. Because there are trees everywhere in Beiping and the houses are low, you can hear trees singing wherever you are. In the south, you have to go to the suburbs or the mountains to hear them. Qiu Chan's screams are like crickets and mice in Beiping, like a domestic worm that every family keeps at home.