1. Falling leaves, some like a boat is traveling on the wind, some like an acrobat tumbling down on his heels, some like a glider circling down in a flat circle.
2. Looking at the yellow leaves, seems to understand what. In this watery years, suddenly realized, how much time they wasted. Until now, the party as a dream to wake up. I have been walking through so many years in a daze, what is the pursuit of? Laugh at themselves too stupid, how many years, ask the heavens what they are pursuing, the sky also did not return. Laugh at yourself too stupid, how many years, for a dream, persistent pursuit, look back, everything is also no success. I also laugh at the lack of words, no words to express the sadness of the heart. In order to a perfect ending, stormy walk through so many years. Looking back, the memory has long been fuzzy, everything is like the maple leaves fall one by one. Open the window of your heart again, walk through that long road, it has been far away from us.
3. The red maple leaves, like fire, make people feel the beauty of autumn. The unique shape of the maple leaf is like a small claw, which seems to be very playful. It also looks like a lifelike peacock. The small veins of the maple leaf are crisscrossed and dazzling. The maple leaf is about centimeters long, slightly wider than long, and the largest claw of the piece has a handful of small protruding teeth, which is adorable.
4. I looked up, into my eyes, is a fiery red maple forest. The maple leaves, red as bright, red as warm. I walked into the maple forest, picked up a maple leaf, carefully observed. This maple leaf is like a beautiful red five stars, but also like a small open palm. Leaf veins in the leaf stretch freely, as if they are the most beautiful here, but quietly add a touch of beauty to the maple leaf. I also looked at the maple leaves, the color of this maple leaf is really beautiful, it is a big red, red so bright, so beautiful.
5. Autumn leaves are so colorful, yellow as gold, green as jade, red as fire and so on, the autumn girl dressed up extraordinarily enchanting. A cool breeze, golden leaves, tugging a small fan, floating down from the air, seems to be telling a beautiful fairy tale.
6. In the fall, in the wonderful melody of autumn thoughts, the strings of life in the strumming of every life leaves, sometimes as stormy tilt of the earth, falling golden piece of beautiful satin, paved with the journey of life to and fro, and sometimes as ethereal as a gauze of the dream girl, gently falling low, do not want to wake up the sleeping earth, quietly come, dance gently drifting away in the direction of the wind. Precipitation, melting the loneliness, the wandering shadow trail.
7. Bending down to pick up the piece of fallen leaves, scrutinizing, can not help but want to trace the appearance of its youth. It must be green and tender, must be clear veins, but even if it has a shocking life color, can not deviate from the laws of nature. In the clouds, between the tide, its soft leaves unconsciously become dry, the smear of orange on the leaf surface is the brand left by the wind and rain.
8. Suddenly came a warm wind, more leaves drifted down the fall of autumn with the sound of falling leaves came, the morning is as fresh as the dewdrops. The sky emits a soft glow, clarified and ethereal, making one want to hear a burst of high-flying larks singing, just as looking at the blue sea wants to see a white sail. Sunset is the wing of time, and as it flies away there is a moment of supreme splendor unfolding. So twilight.
9. Fallen leaves drift to the underworld, return to silence. There is no force that can redeem a fallen leaf, let it back to the branch, fresh green as the beginning. This is a kind of passing, a natural process. It will finally deep into the soil, into silt fertilizer, nourishing another new life, which is its own continuation and transcendence, but also the beautiful moment of the fallen leaves of eternity.
10. Fallen leaves rush by. But I can not imagine the final threshold at the end of life, what exactly is behind it. But I think every tree of life approaching it, will be the last moment to flutter the last leaf.
11. Maple leaves gently fell on my hand, and was blown away by a breeze, not only to where to go to swim. In the sunlight, the tree of red leaves red so dazzling, layers and layers, dense, really like a group of burning flame, it is in the wind to beckon to us, as if to show their exuberant vitality. I gazed at a piece of red-hot maple leaves, I can not help but think of Du Mu's stopping to love the maple forest evening, frost leaves redder than the February flowers of the poem. The wind is also so endearing!
12. The earth put on a golden sweater, the yellow leaves of the Yang tree and bright maple leaves floating down, like a few colorful butterflies fluttering in the air. Although the frost came down, but the grandpa 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. Persimmon tree leaves all fell, but the yellow persimmons are still hanging in the finger, like a large and small orange lantern, red through the begonias to the branches are pressed.
13. North of the falling leaves, rendering a school of how sad atmosphere! Fallen leaves dyed golden yellow, or even vermilion blue ochre. The first fall, perhaps just so a piece of two pieces, like a two broken soul of the golden butterfly. But then, there was a shower of gold and red. Then, a carpet of gold and red was spread out under the trees. And on top of this carpet, like iron casting, erect bare sparse tree trunks and branches, piercing the distant blue sky and light clouds.
14. Fallen leaves drift to the underworld, return to silence. There is no force that can redeem a fallen leaf and bring it back to the branch, fresh and green as before. This is a kind of passing, a natural process. It will finally deep into the soil, into silt fertilizer, nourishing another new life, which is its own continuation and transcendence, but also the beautiful moment of the fallen leaves of eternity.
15. Look, the maple tree leaves red hot red, red glowing, red bright, in the autumn wind blowing under a strong fluttering, in the sunset under a strong smile, in the people's praise of a strong display of their own soft body. Looking at the red maple tree, I can not help but think of the Tang Dynasty poet Du Mu's poem: frost leaves red than February flowers.
16. Early in the morning, I came to the park. I found that the trees in the park are not as green and lush as in the past, and the leaves have fallen to the ground. An autumn wind blew, the leaves on the ground will dance in the wind, as if a beautiful butterfly, is dancing. The leaves on the ground, some have withered; some are just falling, but also a hint of green; there are also a few days ago has fallen, was moth-eaten several holes.
17. Autumn wind swept through the leaves have fallen, some like butterflies dancing, some like the yellow warbler wings flying, there are like dancers as light spinning.
18. Leaves fall like a song, the falling leaves a little bit of their journey, but it is ultimately turned into soil, and I will try to remember that moment of eternity.
19. Standing between the trees, I quietly listen to the falling leaves crashing to the ground, vaguely resounding rustling sound as thin as cicadas. At that moment, I imagined that the autumn wilderness had the golden color of Monet's writing, so gorgeous. I would like to think that the twilight outside the window, the depths of the autumn forest, there is a large estate with a steeple roof, the outline of the blurred warmth and silence. Xi cool autumn wind blowing through, from time to time there are golden leaves in front of me slowly floating down, that kind of tenderness, that kind of quiet, that kind of light, as if in the guardian of a fragile dream.
20. Spring Yan Yan, young leaves spitting green, they are like newborn babies, delicate and fresh, they are happy to start their own path of life, this is the prelude to the joy of it; summer is long, the leaves with deep green, quietly taste the joy of life, this is the beautiful and long body of it; the autumn is long, the leaves peacefully fall to the ground, that is their final destination, life on the This is the end of life, this is the end of the euphony and sadness. Perhaps its dreams have been shattered, but it does not have the slightest sadness, it smiles as before.
21. The amber-colored dusk with a faint haze, a little bit of broken sunlight through the gap between the leaves in the clear window jump. Outside the window, a falling leaf is quietly drifting down, the leisurely curve, suddenly scratched my eyes. I couldn't hold back my fluttering heart, I stepped into the deep forest path.
22. The yellow leaves, one by one, two by two, lightly floating down on the water, like countless small boats, slowly swinging away with the wind.
23. In the middle of the forest path, the golden leaves scattered all over the ground, stepping all the way to the autumn leaves, I was touched by the unknown poetry, and even have a share of this age of girls longing for the fantasy of the encounter.
24. Fallen leaves, some like a boat is traveling on the wind, some like acrobats turned heel down, some like gliders flat circle circling down.
25. The falling leaves go by in a hurry. But I can't imagine the final threshold at the end of life, what's really behind it. But I think every tree of life approaching it will flutter the last leaf at the last moment.
26. All life must be precipitated to have the thickness, the leaf fall is actually the interpretation of the complete life. The falling leaves are languid, just to complete the precipitation of life.
27. down, such as the fall of the butterfly dancing in the air. But also like the butterfly in the late fall, faded so quickly, so noiselessly, can only be captured in a moment of its beauty. Small feet carefully stepped on the autumn leaves, issued a crisp and pleasant sound, lingering in the ears.
28. Pick up a few pieces of fallen leaves like a little elf like falling in front of my feet, I was surprised to find that the fall of autumn leaves are also so colorful: green did not retreat, but added a mature gold; it may have been old, the face only a brown. It, although not as colorful as the evening sun, although not as gentle as the willow tree, but enough to move the heartstrings. Green as jade, brown as night, gold as Xia on the ground intertwined into a colorful picture scroll.
29. Autumn is the season of maturity, but also accompanied by the autumn wind sweeping leaves, the autumn of the title leaves mercilessly scraped from the branches of the trunk of life, the leaves as if the twilight of life, in the autumn ball to go to the wind, in the endless baptism of years, slowly withered in the life of the self, she will put their lives in nature, she will be their love of life firmly locked in the trunk of life.
30. Maturity is a kind of life consummation, along with the advent of autumn, the falling leaves in the cool air slowly shaking off the wings of life, her withering, her fluttering, and her mind's follow, are with the natural wind and rain of the drenching, go to break free, go to the eternal integration of a new piece of nature in the heart of nature, go to better stay in the natural scenery, go to a new life, a new life renewal and the dance of the new life. The new life of the renewed and dancing space.
31. Autumn leaves and many other very beautiful, such as the golden ginkgo biloba, but also make me feel the beauty of autumn. Soft ginkgo biloba leaves stretching, a wind blowing, will sway with the wind, ginkgo biloba leaves as if a delicate little fan, for us to fan, as if the peacock open screen, for our life to add beauty. Ginkgo biloba has only a few tiny veins, very chic, people look at it, will never forget. The golden ginkgo biloba leaves left a deep impression on me.
32. Another gust of wind came, came so violently, and so deep. The maple leaves were rolled up and fell down one by one. I looked at a piece of falling maple leaves, can not help but think a lot. Leaves fall without a trace, indeed, the leaves are so quiet down, noiseless, people do not notice the slightest.
33. Some people say that the autumn leaves are withered, without any value. I do not think so. Falling red is not a merciless thing, into the spring mud more protective flowers. Falling in the fall, it dissolves into the soil to become the nutrients of the mother tree, nurturing the hope of spring. I believe that in the buds of next spring, there must be a faint smile of the autumn leaves.
34. A breeze blew through the tree leaves rustling, I looked down and picked up a leaf, this leaf is like a small hand, the tip of the head of the red seems to be dripping down, hey, why the maple leaves in the fall will become red, oh, it is because the temperature in the fall is relatively low, the destruction of the maple leaves inside the chlorophyll, chlorophyll into anthocyanin, so the maple leaves in the fall is red.
35. I was walking in the maple forest, surrounded by trees. The season of fall has come and gone. What is taken away by the fall wind? Is it thoughts? Or is it happiness? The heartstrings are already floating with the wind. The heart of the endless fantasies that remain in that season of blossoms. In this season of falling leaves, what will be left behind? Is it the innocence, or is it the passion? The change of time and the passing of time, diluted in the heart of the once persistent, but left sour memories. Time's endless, can't touch the outer wall of time, also can't grasp its wings. It is so fast, perhaps, it is also like falling leaves without trace. It comes so noiselessly, and goes so hurriedly, so calmly.
36. I like the autumn leaves, like the leaves will be y treasured in my book page, my drawer, and I decorated the beautiful world, I am looking for my life from the leaves of the sentiment of my life, looking for the color of my life, as well as I shall not sprinkle the origin, the leaves are not only the curtain of the dance pavilion, but the construction of a new dance floor, in the clamor, in the autumn wind, in the language of the matter, in sound and soundlessness, in the sound and soundlessness, in the sound and soundlessness, in the sound and soundlessness, in the sound and soundlessness, in the sound and soundlessness, in the sound and soundlessness. In the noise, in the autumn wind, in the language of things, in the world of sound and soundlessness, the falling leaves are gently floating around, in the world of the sea of people, in the beautiful nature.
37. I often go into the earth in the late autumn, see the golden whitewashed forest, see the falling leaves and flowers, I feel the season of the cycle of life, the warm penetration of the sun, in the green world of the reflection of the photosynthesis under the freshness and brightness given to me, and I breathe endless oxygen elements, are happy with my body and mind, are decorated with my beautiful dress, but I will also be for the falling leaves floating around, and I know that life is short. But I also feel the shortness of life for the falling leaves, I know that the fall of the falling leaves is for the birth of new leaves, but also for the tree of life more luxuriant and prosperous.
38. Fallen leaves are not merciless things, into the spring mud more protective of flowers in fact, the fallen leaves are in a tangible form of life into the invisible life of the torrent, she melted the spring soil, she melted into the river, she is y rich in the deep roots of the earth.
39. I look forward to a long time in the fall has finally come, the leaf dragonfly in my eyes to leave a glimpse, easily pierced through the gloom in my heart, long and messy trouble is also like the fall of the fluttering yellow leaves, the dust will finally settle. Outside the window, a falling leaf in quietly floating down, that leisurely curve, suddenly scratched my eyes. I can't hold back my throbbing heart, I stepped into the deep forest path.
2. The falling leaves rush by. But I can't imagine the final threshold at the end of life, what exactly is behind it. But I think every tree of life approaching it, will be the last moment to flutter the last leaf.
3. I raised my head, and what met my eyes was a forest of fiery red maple trees. The maple leaves, red so bright, red so warm. I walked into the maple forest, picked up a maple leaf, carefully observed. This maple leaf is like a beautiful red five stars, but also like a small open palm. Leaf veins in the leaf stretch freely, as if they are the most beautiful here, but quietly add a touch of beauty to the maple leaf. I also looked at the maple leaves, the color of this maple leaf is really beautiful, it is a big red, red so bright, so beautiful.
4, () yellow leaves, a piece, two pieces, lightly floating down on the water, like countless small boats, slowly swinging away with the wind.
5. The leaves on the trees are gradually yellowing, and the falling leaves are like a golden bird, fluttering up and down.
6, all life must be precipitated to have the thickness, the leaves fall is actually the interpretation of the complete life. Fallen leaves languish, just to complete the precipitation of life.
7, the falling leaves, some like a boat is traveling on the wind, some like acrobats turned heel down, some like gliders flat circling circling down.
8, spring Yan Yan, young leaves spitting green, they are like newborn babies, delicate and fresh, they are happy to start their own path of life, this is the prelude to the joy of it; summer is long, the leaves with deep green, quietly taste the joy of life, which is beautiful and long body it; autumn is long, the leaves peacefully fall on the ground, that is their final destination, life on this! This is the end of life, and this is the end of the euphony and sadness. Perhaps its dream has been shattered, but it is not the slightest bit sad, it smiles as before.
9, among the forest path, the golden leaves scattered all over the ground, stepping all the way to the autumn leaves, I was touched by the unknown poetry, and even have a share of this age of the girls long for the fantasy of the encounter.
Beautiful sentences of snowflakes1, that the floating snowflakes, fluttering down, see that countless snowflakes floating down, as if countless petals purposely close up, and like to people in the dance, but also like countless little angels, in the dedication of the fragrant breath to us. It's so beautiful!
2, snowflakes, I looked up at the sky, snowflakes are like a feather floating down. Snowflakes drifted to the head of the students, turned into a shiny little silver hat; snowflakes drifted to the mushroom pavilion, stone mushrooms seem to have life, dancing.
3, snowflakes wonderful just from the air down to the ground time, it is so short-lived beauty, with the ground in contact with the moment, will take its wonderful away. Gently breathed out, turned around, back to the window; leaning against the wall, gently close your eyes, the snowflakes outside the window with thoughts floating ah floating, as if back to that wonderful as a dream day.
4, today it snowed, snowflakes fluttering down, like a white cotton ball, but also like a dancing ballerina; fell on the ground, it is like magic, magically disappeared, turned into a drop of water; fell on the grass, snow stars, like the pattern on the spotted dog; fell on the car, like the car put on a white shawl; fell on the roof of the red, the roof slowly turned white. The roof slowly turned white, like wearing a white hat; fell on the dead tree, as if the silver-white Christmas tree; fell in the flower garden, as if to the grass covered with a layer of white quilt
5, silent late at night, it snowed heavily. A piece of snowflakes, like goose feathers, such as jade flakes, fluttering, covering the sky. Some fell on the treetops; some fell on the roof; and some mischievously fell into the necks of pedestrians. In a short while, the branches of the tree white, roof white, road white, the earth changed into a white silver dress.
6, snowflakes fluttering, moment by moment from the air down. In the meantime, mixed with some small ice particles, and the water on the ground after convergence, gradually condensed into a layer of thin ice.
7, snowflakes fluttering up, as if the fairy scattered countless broken jade flying, as if the Virgin Mary scattered white flowers, it fluttered in the air, chasing, like a delicate white chrysanthemum. On the playground, the gymnasium can be seen everywhere people playing with snow. Standing, sitting, three or two a group, four or five a group of snowball fights pile snowman, not lively and lively. The wind is gentle, the snow is soft, accompanied by you into a sweet dream.
8, suddenly, another small snowflake from the air slowly down, he floated to the empty Tiananmen Square, became the ground of a first comer. In this way, one after another little snowflake after another from the air.
9, after the cold wind, Grandpa Winter sent us a precious gift of snow. What a beautiful little snowflake! Begin to sporadic, small and thin, light and soft, like that peach blossom petals one by one down. Hexagonal snowflakes, falling on the human face, cold, crispy, so comfortable ah!
10, snowflakes like a group of cute little elves, dancing in the air, like jade as moist, like willow flakes as light, by the wind blowing in the air spinning. A snowflake fell on my clothes, I carefully observed: it is hexagonal, crystal clear, like a small leaf. I reached out and caught a few snowflakes, but as soon as they reached my hands, they melted and slipped through my fingers.
11, snowflakes can be so beautiful! All of a sudden the ground became white, all of a sudden the earth became a snow-white, a white white flowers look, and was buried in snowflakes all area. As soon as you step on it, it feels loose and soft, and when you touch it, it becomes a white, soft and cool piece of snow.
12, the wind is blowing, snow drifting, the road gradually lively. It turned out to be naughty children ran out of the house, they are running in the snow, snowball fights, snowmen, and even some people lie down to the snow, enjoy the winter grandfather to bring him the fun. The young people happily raised their cameras and greedily photographed the beautiful snow scene. The old people are happy and smiling, because the snow is a good year!
13, alone, standing by the window to appreciate. Look at the snowflakes slowly, gently falling, dancing a beautiful dance. Snowflakes, is so happy, so pure, carefree, just dance, dance out of their own piece of wonderful, do not have to worry about anything.
14, snow suddenly big, they scramble down, like willow, and like goose feathers. They are naughty in the sky in circles, dancing. Then, they fell on people's heads, bodies and faces.
15, the snow is still falling, snowflakes flying in the air, I seem to have become one of them, free and easy in the air, I can not help but be intoxicated in this snowflake dancing.
16, a large large snowflakes in the air, fluttering, fluttering. Like willow, like rushes, like dandelions general snowflakes dancing in the air, in the wind! 17, outside the window, a moment is a snow grain, a moment is a snowflake, fluttering vigorously, so that the world is full of bright colors. Like a small house, small trees and so on, were swallowed by her more than half, leaving only a piece of gray masonry, bare, looks very wet
18, ah, is the snowflake fluttering, will be pure flotsam white sprinkled to the earth after the rain, imagine that at this moment opened up the wings of the floating, soaring up to the clouds to do back to the fairy officer of the flowers.
19, the snow more and more big, as if the goose feather from the sky down, and as if the sky girl scattered flowers, groups of fairy dance, snowflakes in mid-air you pull me, I hold you, a group, a cluster, the front and back crowd, as if countless snow-white cotton balls from the sky tumbled down.
20, there is a small snowflake drifting down on my sleeve, I found that the snowflake is really six petals, like the wings of the dragonfly as crystal, transparent, in the light glittering. Snowflakes kept falling on my sleeve, I was fascinated to look at them, although the snowflakes are six petals, but no two snowflakes are exactly the same, each snowflake is so beautiful, so lovely.
Beautiful sentences about falling leaves Sentences describing the fall of leaves in autumn1. A sudden attack of warm wind, more leaves drifted down, like the butterflies in the fall dancing in the air. But also like the butterfly in late fall, fading so quickly, so silently, only in a moment to capture its beauty. Small feet carefully stepped on the autumn leaves, issued a crisp and pleasant sound, lingering in the ears.
2. In October of autumn, the sparse leaves on the trees are as dry as dry tobacco leaves. Mother earth open wide bosom like in the welcome embrace returned to the child, the fallen leaves back to the mother earth's arms, sweet with the soil to sleep together.
3. Fallen leaves, it is you who embellish the jungle in the fall, the jungle is like a landscape painting, make the fall more gorgeous, it is you like a dancer as happy dance, like a butterfly like fluttering, only to bring us the feeling of beauty.
4. Autumn wind came to the Botanical Gardens, a piece of fallen leaves were rolled up by the autumn wind, fluttering with the wind, suddenly up and down, and then floated to the fallen leaves, want to play hide-and-seek with us! They are colorful, do not know each other, but also do not give way to each other, you do not let me, I do not let you, without complaint to the earth, to repay the mother who raised him.
5. I like the autumn leaves, like the leaves will be y treasured in my book pages, my drawers, and I decorated the beautiful world, I am looking for my life from the leaves of the sentiment of my life, looking for the color of my life, and I shall not be free of the origin, the leaves are not just the curtain of the dance pavilion, but the construction of a new dance floor, in the din, in the autumn wind, in the language of things, in sound and soundlessness, in the sound and soundlessness, the sound and sound of the world, and the sound and sound of the world.
6. I was walking in the maple forest, surrounded by trees. The season of fall has come and gone. What is taken away by the fall wind? Is it thoughts? Or is it happiness? The heartstrings have already fluttered with the wind. The heart retains endless fantasies, and remains in that season of blossoms. In this season of falling leaves, what will be left behind? Is it the innocence, or the passion? The change of time and the passing of time, diluted in the heart of the once persistent, but left sour memories. Time's endless, can't touch the outer wall of time, also can't grasp its wings. It is so fast, perhaps, it is also like falling leaves without trace. It comes so noiselessly, and goes so hurriedly, so calmly.
7. This fall has a lot of cold, this autumn night is full of red trees, full of silence, and listen to the clear horn blowing cold, whimpering, empty, the end of the vegetative autumn is difficult to enemy, the wind and rain sad people, not as nostalgic.
8. September arrived, there is a sense of autumn, autumn in a foggy dawn slipped, to the hot afternoon will disappear. It skims the tops of the trees on tiptoe, stains a few leaves red, and then leaves in a cluster of flutters across the valley.
9. Falling leaves, some like a boat is traveling on the wind, some like acrobats turning their heads and falling, some like gliders flat out circling around and circling down.
10. At this time, a peach-shaped leaf fell in front of me, I held in my hands and thought: it may be the Monkey King stealing peaches of immortality, accidentally touched off a small peach of immortality, right? As soon as it fell to the mortal world, it became a small leaf. I put under my nose and smelled, as if there is really a general peach aroma it!
11. These falling leaves, as if the fairy scattered colorful petals.
12. The wind continues to blow, the leaves fall one after another, the cherry blossoms seem to be infected, also follow the wind down. Looking at the fading flowers bleakly floating down, only to realize that the original autumn has long been unknowingly come, the leaves are yellow, the flowers are defeated. This is a colorful, bleak and desolate season, but also a season full of poetry, how many poets and painters have been for it and poetry painting. Perhaps only in such a season, can let a person quiet mind to think about the problem, to understand life.
13. A breeze blew through the tree leaves rustling, I looked down and picked up a leaf, this leaf like a small hand, the tip of the head of the red seems to be dripping down, hey, why the maple leaves in the fall will become red, oh, it is because of the lower temperatures in the fall, destroying the maple leaves inside the chlorophyll, chlorophyll into the anthocyanin, so the maple leaves in the fall is red.
14. The red and fiery maple leaves make people feel the beauty of autumn. The unique shape of the maple leaf resembles a tiny claw, which looks playful. It also looks like a lifelike peacock. The small veins of the maple leaf are crisscrossed and dazzling. The maple leaf is about 13 centimeters long, slightly wider than long, and has a cute handful of small protruding teeth on the 3 largest claws. The maple leaf gently fell on my hand, and was blown away by a breeze, not only to where to go to swim in the mountains. In the sunlight, the tree of red leaves red so dazzling, layers and layers, dense, really like a group of burning flame, it is in the wind to beckon to us, as if to show their exuberant vitality. I gazed at a piece of red-hot maple leaves, I can not help but think of Du Mu's stopping to love the maple forest evening, frost leaves redder than the February flowers of the poem. The wind is also how endearing ah
15. After two rains, it seems that autumn came earlier, the breeze is cool, full of autumn, it seems that everything has become silent, that quiet than the spring is more awake, that quiet than the summer is more clear, that quiet than the winter is more allowed
16. and circling down.