Campus fall

The autumn wind blew into the campus, and the distant camphor trees were blown by the autumn wind. The slightly yellowed leaves were struggling to survive in the autumn wind... The last roar was emanating, but it still inevitably the tragic fate, and it was finally blown down by the ruthless autumn wind...

Perhaps the leaves fall like a sad poem, but is this not a beauty? Shelley said: "Winter is coming, will spring be far behind?" I said: "The yellow leaves are falling, the green leaves are waking up!" Its death breeds the bud of life. This is not death, it is selfless dedication.

Look, there are still a few roses in the flower bed standing proudly, red. Powdery, it is very bright. In the autumn wind, it can't help but shrink, but it is fighting with its own body and the bleak autumn wind. An autumn wind blew, it looked a little crumbling, but it held up, it won, it beat the cold autumn, gorgeous open.

The winds of late autumn planted bleak, desolate seeds into people's hearts. I don't know when, the leafy trees in the back garden have not escaped the clutches of the autumn wind, and the red leaves have been blown away by the wind.

The secluded moon shadow enchantedly shot the incomplete red leaves that struggled in the wind and timidly clung together, leaving a little bit of mottled, traces of moonlight kisses...

The wind is still blowing, and there is no stopping. Moonlight is like a layer of hoarfrost covered with camphor leaves, accompanied by cool white water swaying in the wind, quiet dance, quietly floating, leaving only the broken memories...

Second day: love sugar