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Sentences depicting autumn leaves


1. At this time, a peach-shaped leaf fell in front of me. I held it in my hand and thought: It might be a small fairy peach that was accidentally knocked out when Sun Wukong sneaked Xiantao. As soon as it fell to the mortal world, it became a small leaf. I smelled it under my nose, as if I had the aroma of a peach!

2. Some people say that the autumn leaves are like the snow in winter. When the snow reaches the spring, it turns into water. The water turns into steam, then it turns into rain or snow, and returns to the ground. It will repeat like this. The snow will always be in some form. Surrounded by the ground. Nowadays, the autumn leaves seem to be unable to complete the same cycle as the snow. The rustling sound of the wind blowing the leaves is the last dialogue between the leaves and the trees. It will be brought to the distance by the wind, or it will be burned by people, and it will be contained in the raging fire. Tears, turned into ashes.

3, the leaves, you are dotted with the autumn jungle, the jungle is like a landscape painting, making the autumn more gorgeous, is a dance like a dancer, happy like a butterfly, only to bring us a beautiful feeling .

4, the autumn wind is cool, rolling up the long yellow sand, withered leaves with it flying around. Pieces like butterflies, such as elves, have drifted in the sky for a long time and will not fall. For a while, it lay quietly on the ground, alone telling the sorrow, everything is so quiet. I didn’t hear the joy of the 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 fear is that there are only fallen leaves! The rhythm of this autumn is intense and radical, but it can not understand its rhythm, more like the helplessness and embarrassment in "Han Gong Qiuyue". I think autumn is a pleasant scenery, picturesque and cheerful, but the real is bare branches, sparse trees.

5, the autumn wind gradually, the sky is falling into the soil. The setting sun sprinkles the gentle afterglow on them, and the leaves are golden and burst into the last light. That is the landscape that they leave to the indelible. Closed eyes, suddenly remembered: "Falling red is not a ruthless thing, turned into a spring mud to protect the flowers."

6, the autumn wind accompanied by the leaves began the journey of the two people on the same road. The vitality of spring has dimmed. The color of spring, the heat of summer, was buried in the autumn. Autumn brings coolness, but it brings a sad feeling.

7, hey! On the golden grass in the autumn, dotted with a little red flaming, that is, the maple leaves gently fall in the breeze, like a red palm rushing to the earth, into the arms of the earth, making the beautiful grass like that The night sky is shining with dazzling stars, and the beautiful grass is like a painter who accidentally drops the flaming paint in the golden color, making the autumn more charming.

8, those yellow leaves are lying on the ground irregularly, road bricks and tarmac roads face, ruthlessly blocking them outside the soil. Fallen leaves are like homeless children, letting the wind blow them from East Street to West Street.

9. Fallen leaves, like a beautiful butterfly. When they fall, each of their rotating dances makes people feel that they are a beautiful butterfly. They are stepping on the drums of the wind with the breeze. Rotating the graceful dance, I returned to the embrace of the earth.

10, the autumn wind blew through, rolling up a piece of fallen leaves. Flying, flying... The last piece of yellow leaves finally settled in the depths of my eyes, gradually dissipated, slowly becoming smaller, and eventually disappeared. The scene of the past is emerging in front of you.

11, it is no longer green, but yellow. It has lost its former youth and is aging. Maybe you will say it is ugly because it has become a stain in the beauty of nature. However, I said it is beautiful, it is now old, but it has been brilliant, it will now be integrated into the earth, it will become mud, it will also nurture small trees and old trees, so that they will grow in the future than the leaves They are more brilliant.

12. I like the autumn leaves. I like to cherish the fallen leaves in my pages. In my drawer, and in the beautiful world I decorated, I searched for my life from the fallen leaves. Looking for the color of my life, and the source of my unrestrained, the fallen leaves are not just the curtain call of the maiko tower, but the construction of the new dance floor. In the buzz, in the autumn wind, in the story, in the sound and silence In the world, the leaves are floating gently, in the world of the sea, in the beautiful nature.

13, fallen leaves, is lonely, in this autumn he fell lonely, he is the main theme of autumn, but also the ultimate symbol of all things. The maple leaf is red, the ginkgo is falling, and pity that he can't stand in the cold winter, can't accompany me through the world of powder makeup. He is so chic and without any sadness. He hurriedly walked in the fall and was so busy, not leaving a gap.

14. When I saw the fallen leaves, I remembered the teachers who were full of sweat. They used the spring-like rain to teach us to thrive. When I saw the fallen leaves, I thought about it. I felt that autumn should not be embarrassing; seeing fallen leaves, I remembered the cleaners, they were obscured, and they did extraordinary work in ordinary jobs... I saw many, many thoughts about falling leaves.

15. Look, there are fluttering and falling leaves, some dancing like butterflies, some flying like birds, and some spinning like dancers. I ran over and held out my hands to catch a piece. Ha, like a golden boat. Maybe it is to fall into the arms of the river to fall? I gently put it into the river. The river slammed like a welcome applause. The "boat" gently swayed and said goodbye to me, and began its interesting sailing.

16. Walking alone in the courtyard, stepping into a shade of trees, the fine sound of rustling under the feet, like the whisper of life. The autumn wind rustled and played the string of sadness. The sky is high and the clouds are passing through a group of geese. Suddenly, a piece of fallen leaves fell into my sight, gently licking my cheek, quietly spinning in the autumn wind, slowly falling to the ground. I slowly reached out my palm and let it float into my palm.

17, squat, pick up a fallen leaf, count the visible texture, I think life is so important, the wind, for a while. How many small leaves go to find my mother? This short and not meaningful ritual, not grand, not gorgeous, but in the autumn wind, how much seems to be depressed, but the end of the past is also the beginning of the present, the leaves are gone, deep into the soil, can also become nutrients, we also want Continue, the new beginning, there will be new winds.

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