The footsteps of autumn, like those of spring, are silent. She came to us quietly without giving you any hint.

Walking alone in the aisle of the campus, a cool breeze blew, mixed with the smell of flowers and plants, sweet, oh, no, fragrant. Occasionally I looked up and found that the leaves on the tree were yellow and Metasequoia was dancing with the wind.

The leaves flying in mid-air are so beautiful that people have infinite reverie. Poets are fascinated by it, and I am fascinated by it. I am not a poet, and I have no poet's words. I am neither a writer nor a writer. I'm just an ordinary person. When the wind rolls the leaves to the ground, it is inevitable to have a feeling of sadness. The leaves flying all over the sky always have a moment of landing, and that moment is the end of their lives, and no one cares anymore. Perhaps, only sanitation workers swept them into a ball and took them to another world. Perhaps, they will be buried deep in the soil forever and reduced to ashes.

I am as ordinary and unremarkable as this fallen leaf.

Lying on the roof alone at night, watching the stars all over the sky. They are also so ordinary. Twinkling, though ordinary, always has its own light. Small as it is, it always has its own wealth. I love this starry sky, so clean and pure, just like our hearts.

Time flies and the breath of autumn is strong.

It's raining, scratching, hiding under the covers in the morning, and the warm, comfortable and soft big bed gives me spiritual comfort. Because sleeping is a great pleasure in life. Helpless, after the alarm clock rang three times, I habitually turned off, got up again and went to class.

I hurried by in the rain with an umbrella. I don't have the habit of holding an umbrella when it rains lightly. Walking in the rain is romantic and enjoyable.

It cleared up, and then I went to the roof to look at the starry sky, only to find that the night sky was not as bright as before, with a hint of sadness.

Autumn, perhaps "the frost leaves are red in February flowers" is the most beautiful compliment to her.

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When I was a child, I had a vague concept of the four seasons. I only know that spring is warm, summer is hot, autumn is cool and winter is cold. As time goes by, people grow up, and I slowly fall in love with the birds and flowers in spring; Fell in love with the fun in the swimming pool and the stimulation of ice cream in summer; I fell in love with making snowmen, having snowball fights and watching snow scenes in winter ... only autumn makes me feel bored. Especially in autumn in my hometown, I only see the leaves wither all day. Boredom is nothing more than a few troubles.

Since learning English, I have given names to the four seasons of the year. Spring is warm, summer is hot, autumn is cool and winter is cold. Maybe the name of Qiu is cold, and I have a good impression on it.

In high school, the Chinese teacher said that autumn in my hometown is the most beautiful season of the year. I didn't fully believe it at that time, but I always had some doubts. But from then on, I began to observe and feel autumn.

Autumn rain often falls, thin and dense. The wind is mixed with rain, and the rain falls with the wind. The rain gently washes everything on the earth, the ground is polished, and the leaves are constantly oozing raindrops full of particles. At dusk, the wind and rain slowed down. The sun climbed out of the clouds again and gave her afterglow to the earth. Yellow leaves reveal a faint reddish color in the soft sunshine, just like a shy girl's beautiful cheeks.

Where the autumn wind blows, the leaves will make a rustling sound, which is very nice. When the wind is strong, yellow leaves will break free from the shackles of trees and dance with the wind, just like a beautiful yellow butterfly, singing and dancing with the accompaniment of the wind. At this time, just three or two people walked through the falling yellow leaves. Isn't this a beautiful picture? But it is so fleeting, like a flash in the pan. It disappeared before I could appreciate it carefully.

I regret this short-lived beauty, and I regret the fortitude of autumn leaves. It tried so hard to get rid of the shackles of the big tree, but didn't know that the leaves would eventually return to the roots? For such a short freedom, is it worth burying yourself in deep roots forever? But I think, maybe this is the spirit of autumn leaves. Their real purpose of getting rid of the shackles of big trees may not be freedom at that moment, but injecting themselves into the roots for the last time, so that the big trees can have sufficient nutrients in the cold winter. New and stronger leaves will grow on the branches next spring. Aren't those new leaves exactly what they were? Thinking of this, I am proud of autumn leaves. I didn't expect them to have the idea of "sustainable development". It's incredible. Perhaps it is given by mysterious nature.

Spring breeze makes people sleepy; The summer wind makes people feel sultry and uncomfortable; The wind in winter makes people feel cold and biting. Only the autumn wind makes people feel refreshed, neither sultry nor cold, but also makes people awake a lot. I simply doubt that the autumn wind has a refreshing effect, and coupled with the coolness of the autumn rain, this wonderful drug primer, a rare "natural herb", has probably been formed.

Autumn wind and autumn rain may be the most perfect couple in the world. Autumn wind blows autumn rain, accompanied by autumn wind. They can make everything in the world reflect crystal luster and autumn elegance. Maybe they can trim out a beautiful autumn picture. Looking at their figures, I can't help feeling that autumn wind blows and autumn rain flies; Autumn wind sends cool, autumn rain sends cool.

Autumn wind, autumn rain and autumn leaves. No one can show beauty alone. They express a kind of overall beauty and a kind of harmonious beauty. Without wind, rain can't fly and leaves can't dance; Without rain, the wind will not be wet and the leaves will not be ashamed; Without leaves, the wind looks monotonous and the rain looks boring. Only by combining them skillfully can we form a beautiful painting and a beautiful poem-autumn.

Nature endows flowers and birds in spring, prosperity in summer and beautiful snow scene in winter. Of course, we will not forget to give autumn. So, she gave autumn mystery and beauty. It seems that nature does not favor anyone.

I also learned a truth from it: people have similar talents. If you want to surpass others and achieve extraordinary achievements, I'm afraid you have to go through extraordinary hardships.

Autumn, let me appreciate its beauty, but also let me understand some truth.

Autumn is really fruitful.

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Autumn has come, the sky is high and the clouds are light, and in the blue sky, geese fly south in droves, sometimes in a "one" shape and sometimes in a "human" shape.

In autumn, most leaves gradually turn yellow, and some have withered. Only the maple leaves are red and fiery, adding a beautiful scenery to autumn. It's really "frost leaves are redder than February flowers"!

In autumn, most of the flowers have lost their former elegance, petals fall in succession, and all kinds of chrysanthemums compete to decorate the city and beautify the environment.

Autumn is the season when crops are ripe, and it is also the favorite season of farmers' uncles. Sorghum blushed, corn opened its mouth, Huang Chengcheng's corn kernels were like golden beans, Xiaomi smiled and bowed to us, and soybeans were blown from ear to ear. ...

Autumn is so beautiful. I like autumn.

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Unconsciously, autumn has arrived. Many migratory birds fly slowly south in droves, among which geese sometimes fly in a straight line and sometimes in a human line. The autumn sky is really beautiful.

In autumn, most leaves turn yellow, but maple leaves turn red. When the autumn wind blows, some maple leaves fly in the air like beautiful butterflies, thus making spring more beautiful.

In autumn, the colors of most flowers become lighter, and the petals wither, losing their former brilliance. However, chrysanthemums compete with each other, and in the autumn wind, they exude flowers.

In the field, corn has matured, some corn has been harvested, and some corn stands in the cold wind, expecting farmers' uncles to harvest it as soon as possible; Sorghum blushed at this time, and Xiaomi bent over with laughter ... They seemed to be thanking the farmer's uncle.

Autumn is a beautiful season, and I like autumn.

Qiu Yun

The breeze is blowing slowly and the leaves are dancing. Blow away the heat of summer, dance out the coolness of autumn, and the autumn girl dances out the golden gauze and dances out the pleasant autumn rhyme.

In a blink of an eye, green turned into gold, and everything was quietly changing. The courtyard is full of dazzling golden yellow, dancing and swaying freely under the blowing of sunshine and autumn wind, flashing the brilliance of autumn and shaking the fruits of autumn; The willow tree outside the door looks very tired, like a wanderer who has experienced wind and rain, and begins to sleep slowly. Green leaves are falling, falling into the water, falling on the ground, making all kinds of strange sounds, like crying for their own withering, and like being happy for the green in the coming year. Only when you have enough rest can you turn green again in the coming year; Picking up a stone and throwing it into the water, the river seems to converge a lot like a naughty child, no longer arouses waves and flowers, and is a little more mature and calm. It still follows its own trajectory, and the moonlit night keeps flowing to the distance, twists and turns on the way, and occasionally stops, like nostalgia for the hustle and bustle of summer, like responding to the vitality of spring, like decorating the charm of autumn. It carries people's hopes with its own pursuit and persistence.

It has changed, and the autumn colors are exceptionally noble and bright.

When you are stationary, you must move first. With the footsteps of autumn, pedestrians on the street have changed their faces, taking off the lightness of summer and putting on the warmth of autumn, leaving the autumn wind to mess up their hair and rustling leaves, but people's relaxed and happy faces can't be blown away. In autumn scenery, people are warm.

Autumn wind blows away the laziness of summer and only brings the coolness of autumn; Blow away the summer sun and let the autumn sun shine on everything. People in autumn scenery are also extraordinarily light and more noble.

The green hills full of mountains are also covered with golden clusters. From the foot of the mountain to the top of the mountain, the mountains are inlaid with gold, and a little green adds luster to autumn scenery. It turns out that the residual green is still brewing the passion of summer, and the soul of summer is still wandering.

The road remains the same, the pace remains the same, people's mood changes with the seasons, and the only constant is eternal faith. On the way, there was a lack of summer makeup, but it was filled with the hearty atmosphere of "cranes in the clear sky row clouds and lead poems to the blue sky".

Step on the four seasons, walk through the golden autumn, and do not regret moving forward!

Autumn, close to the sun

Dawn is still in full swing, and the rural air in the deep mountains is cool. The dew is thick, slightly stretching the dim shadow in my heart, and coming out of the heavy night. A trace of sleepiness is in the horizon.

There was a choking smell of flue-cured tobacco in the dim mulou-something was pulled out in grandpa's room. ...

The autumn sunshine is still babbling in my ears, and the wind has combed the heavy steps in the terraced fields. Now, dew is the first witness of sunshine, but it refracts silently. While the temperature of the sun is still in grandpa's bedding. Staggering footsteps beat slowly and rhythmically on the stone road, and the heavy moans of bamboo poles came slowly.

I came to this world to see the sunshine.

I want to keep warm in the autumn sunshine, but I am covered with cotton-padded clothes. Find the hottest latitude and longitude and see how long the sunshine can last. Look at the man carrying Xiaomi with bare arms. I don't feel warm enough But my heart is not satisfied with the weakness of young people now. Memories make people feel hot at this time. In a trance, the rice in front of me is evaporating the bitterness and happiness of the past and the fate of the future. Suddenly, grandpa was pecked away by some old hens. Holding a bamboo broom in his hand, he drew an arc in mid-air, but there was no happy ending. The fire of the long rod pipe hanging on the horn bag has long been extinguished. Pick one end of the pipe, take a few sips, and then sip the bitterness of the long years-it is sour fish and sour meat that has been marinated for a long time. Knock on the edge of the cloth sole and it's over? !

At present, it has gone through many vicissitudes and been rebuilt, relying on it; Rows of brand-new whitewashed, row upon row, strewn at random have send diaojiao building, harmonious; The cement road I have never seen extends to the distance I have traveled ... only the sunshine is still warm and belongs to me. Once upon a time, your story should have been told by someone else. Home? Aren't you tired when you are ninety years old? Memories are slowly sealed for children and grandchildren to enjoy the cool in the moonlight.

Look at the blue slate in the sky and count it by hand-it's a crisp autumn day.

So it was shaped into a statue, and the sunshine every day always made people feel comfortable and confused. ...

Drinking a bowl of sweet potato wine with meals can also be considered as a way to keep out the cold and relax your bones and muscles. Then enjoy the bamboo chair, which is your home for one day. The blur in the sun counts long white beards; Bronze long-stemmed China pipe; Holding "Three Kingdoms" and "Water Margin", let Sun Gan plot the novel.

You always want to shake your heart out. You are as stubborn as the sun, or repetitive or monotonous or straightforward. But I am a servant of sunshine, loyal to you, and sunshine always bathes you warmly. I always accompany you into the sunset to capture the lost sadness. Fallen leaves dance and sing elegies, gently slipping from our feet.

I'll accompany you on this road, but it's not far!

I heard that autumn is coming.

The afternoon sun is no longer hot, and I am walking on a quiet road. The tall paulownia trees on both sides were silent, but occasionally, a leaf fell at my feet, and I sadly completed my wandering journey with my unfinished yellow-faced woman and prone posture. I stand still, my heart is not sad, I have accepted the changes of time and space, and naturally I can look forward to the stability in this reincarnation.

However, sometimes, memory is like a ship sailing. Down the river, a thousand miles down.

I hold the phone for a moment, then put it down.

The swaying crowd drifted silently, and the high-heeled shoes struck a thin sound, ethereal and light. Maybe it's more intimate to talk about a love affair with the earth. At any moment, it is listening to the answer in your heart.

Just turn a corner, the traffic in the city is busy, the pace is in a hurry, and there is no seasonal change.

Who really cares about this? The real autumn is in my heart, changeable.

Autumn in the suburbs will be more lingering. I thought to myself, so I told you.

Maybe it's full of depression, but I still chose the word lingering. Look at it with a peaceful mind, and it is full of vitality everywhere. Besides, I will see the withered beauty, and I can hear the sound of the petiole leaving the branches, crashing and tragic.

Don't call me too calm. If you are unprepared for nature, you will usually lose yourself and your feelings.

Therefore, I choose the colorful lights here, sitting opposite you, holding coffee, smiling charming, dazzling lights illusory, but my thinking is getting clearer and clearer. Please forgive me for being too old to weave colorful fairy tales for myself.

You said the coffee here would have intoxicating patterns. I shook my head, or mandolin. As always, there is no motivation for me to change, as if I have known you from the beginning, now and forever.

Such as autumn, bit by bit decline, bit by bit atrophy, but unforgettable.

You still like autumn so much, and you are still so independent.

I looked at the text message in my hand and my mouth turned up. What a serious sentence, it has nothing to do with me.

At the moment, I am standing in front of a dry river bed, in front of which there are reeds swaying gently like the sea. Sometimes, I don't know where my heart will exile itself. I am looking for familiar footprints in this strange place.

Many times, I like strangeness. No matter how I break in, there is an initial freshness.

I can face you quietly, I can call a spade a spade, but no one can stop my heart from moving. Through your gaze, my figure is boundless.

I can't intersect with you, I can only be so detached, just as we can't cross autumn, and autumn can't replace the years.

In other words, we are not on a carrier at all, just like birds and fish, we got a moment's love, but left a lasting sadness.

I don't want to be sad, I want my elegance, beauty and nobility.

I dodge a kind of amorous feelings, and finally dodge into a touch of scenery in your heart.

It is these white reeds that sting my eyes and blur my vision, and my heart is far away.

We haven't forgotten that we climbed a mountain in autumn.

There are dense trees, tactfully singing birds and dilapidated temples.

I wear a wreath on my head and I can't name it, or I don't have a name at all. My hair runs down and I like to smile. I looked like an elf on that empty mountain.

I don't know the depth of the world.

At this time, I appreciate those fox spirits more. They smell like fireworks and are very brave.

I am wrapped around you, holding a warm hand tightly, as if there is no language. We were all buried by autumn water. Unfortunately, we can't have the same cocoon before we become fossils.

I sat quietly on the top of the mountain, and I said goodbye faintly. I didn't bring anything at that time. At that time, I left nothing but the reflection in your eyes.

After that, my smile was as thin as a mountain covered with strong winds.

Cold rain, three days and three nights, I don't know who is sad, I found a pink sweater to decorate my pale face.

At this point, the pen in my hand trembled slightly.

I prefer to imagine the boundless autumn water, which is a kind of thin yearning.

I walked through the high and low buildings with an umbrella to buy pizza at the gate of the community. The big glass in the window is in tears and has a slightly curved track. The people inside stopped to grab something thoughtfully. It takes courage to forget and take it away, and people outside are looking for it, not just looking for an exit or entrance.

Just let it be, sometimes grabbing a handful of air with your bare hands can still be interpreted as an affair, like water passing by.

Hold back the vast sadness that overflowed in my heart.

From autumn to autumn

Sweet-scented osmanthus permeates Guyao Village, and full moon persimmon ripens in the mountains.

You are in a blue tile, harvesting golden autumn. Black denim shirt with five-color silk embroidery pattern. I don't know. Do you have a silver medal on your chest? But I know there must be a light green bracelet between your wrists.

The pounding of horses' hooves gently hit the stone road, and the prodigal son drifted by like duckweed.

Chai Men left the door unlocked, his back working in the autumn sun. I, from a foreign land, accidentally merged into your picture.

Your tenderness touched my heart, and your innocence made me pity. Like a long-lost hometown, there is a girl in my dream, and I am willing to exile here for life, among the mountains.

I want to stay with you for a while. Life, don't be vigorous, a cup of boiled water is the best, and you can add seasoning as needed in the future.

At the foot of the mountain near the water, we built our hut. On the courtyard wall of the bamboo fence, colorful flowers are blooming. In the yard, there is a leafy osmanthus tree. During the day, you sew under the tree, and I brew rice wine under the tree. At night, we snuggle together to count the stars and watch the moon.

Oh, autumn wind, moonlight, flowers, and whispers under laurel trees.

Outside the yard, there is a lush persimmon tree in Lin Yuyu. When the persimmons are ripe, we pick them by ourselves, paddle bamboo rafts, pick a day of drizzle and white fog, and go into town to change rice and salt. The hat was pressed low and the hemp fiber was tightly covered. For nothing else, I love this picturesque tea river. "Gnome male-",gnome male-",gnome male-",gnome male-",gnome male-",gnome male-",gnome male-",gnome male-,gnome male-".

As long as you are here, simple tea and light rice are all sweet. We grind rice noodles together, and we play with camellia oleifera. Brine, rice noodles, taro and your favorite wormwood cake. "Gnome male-",gnome male-",gnome male-",gnome male-",gnome male-",gnome male-",gnome male-",gnome male-",gnome male-"!

Autumn is the season of dreams, and dreams wake up like morning dew. Autumn is the first day, a fruitless encounter.

Sweet-scented osmanthus, persimmon red. For two years, from autumn to autumn, your back in a wedding dress disappeared between the blue tiles. I lost your picture. You lost the silver medal decorated with silk. I vaguely remember a light green bracelet between your wrists. Vaguely heard, the sound of horses' hooves drifted away.

Oh, rice noodles, persimmons, camellias and endless homesickness.

Qiu Yun

The breeze is blowing slowly and the leaves are dancing. Blow away the heat of summer, dance out the coolness of autumn, and the autumn girl dances out the golden gauze and dances out the pleasant autumn rhyme.

In a blink of an eye, green turned into gold, and everything was quietly changing. The courtyard is full of dazzling golden yellow, dancing and swaying freely under the blowing of sunshine and autumn wind, flashing the brilliance of autumn and shaking the fruits of autumn; The willow outside the door looks particularly tired, like a wanderer after a storm, and begins to fall asleep slowly. Green leaves are falling, falling into the water, falling on the ground, making all kinds of strange sounds, such as crying for their own withering, and being happy for the green in the coming year, becoming an eternal belief. On the way, in the summer without heavy makeup, it was filled with: "A crane and a row of clouds in the clear sky lead poems to Bixiao.

Step on the four seasons, walk through the golden autumn, and do not regret moving forward!

Only with adequate rest can the next year be green again; Picking up a stone and throwing it into the water, the river seems to converge a lot like a naughty child, no longer arouses waves and flowers, and is a little more mature and calm. It still follows its own trajectory, and the moonlit night keeps flowing to the distance, twists and turns on the way, and occasionally stops, like nostalgia for the hustle and bustle of summer, like responding to the vitality of spring, like decorating the charm of autumn. It carries people's hopes with its own pursuit and persistence.

It has changed, and the autumn colors are exceptionally noble and bright.

When you are stationary, you must move first. With the footsteps of autumn, pedestrians on the street have changed their faces, taking off the lightness of summer and putting on the warmth of autumn, leaving the autumn wind to mess up their hair and rustling leaves, but people's relaxed and happy faces can't be blown away. In autumn scenery, people are warm.

Autumn wind blows away the laziness of summer and only brings the coolness of autumn; Blow away the summer sun and let the autumn sun shine on everything. People in autumn scenery are also extraordinarily light and more noble.

The green hills full of mountains are also covered with golden clusters. From the foot of the mountain to the top of the mountain, the mountains are inlaid with gold, and a little green adds luster to autumn scenery. It turns out that the residual green is still brewing the passion of summer, and the soul of summer is still wandering.

The road remains the same, the pace remains the same, people's mood changes with the seasons, and the only constant is eternal faith. On the way, there was a lack of summer makeup, but it was filled with the hearty atmosphere of "cranes in the clear sky row clouds and lead poems to the blue sky".

Step on the four seasons, walk through the golden autumn, and do not regret moving forward! Chaney

On a crisp autumn morning, the blue sky is green and the sun rises happily in the east. In the sunshine, golden chrysanthemums are waving to me, and some are nodding to me. Canna in the garden dances like a princess.

After getting up, I looked out the back window and all the trees were covered with red lanterns. Oh! So the persimmon is ripe. I couldn't wait to pick one and taste it. Too sweet, sweeter than honey. I was walking on the road, and an attractive osmanthus fragrance came to my nose. Look, in the fields, large tracts of golden rice and corn in Huang Chengcheng are really enviable. Looking up, the birds are singing, as if singing autumn poems. The leaves are also yellow, and an autumn wind blows, and the leaves fall to the ground like flying butterflies. Pick up a piece and touch it, thinking of the poem "turning into spring mud to protect flowers more" Although it died, it gave birth to new life and laid a good fertile ground for the new grass in the coming year.

As time goes by, I can't help thinking that I have to go to school. He hurriedly picked up his schoolbag and ran to school. It's still early, let me enjoy the beautiful campus first! You see, although the grass is not as green as before, the yellow hay and green grass together are like a bright carpet, and the students are still chasing hip-hop on it!

The fountain in the garden also spews strange things like waterfalls, water columns and splashing water from time to time, which is very fun! At this time, the trees are all dry. It feels rough and breaks into several pieces from time to time. I only heard people say, "A year's plan lies in spring." I think it is "a plan lies in autumn." Because autumn is a mature season, a harvest season and a good season for people to enjoy all fruits.

There are many kinds of lovely autumn leaves and beautiful fruits in autumn. I love them. But I love this rich and beautiful autumn more.