2, often fear that the fall festival to, K焜 Huang Hua Ye decline.

3, spring seed a grain of corn, autumn harvest ten thousand seeds.

4. The trees are all in autumn color, and the mountains are only in autumn sunshine.

5. The leaves will fall in three autumns, and the flowers will bloom in February.

6. The cold dew nourishes the chrysanthemums in the garden, and the autumn wind falls on the south of the locust.

7, spring flowers, autumn and moon when, the past know how much.

8. In August, the wind was so high that it rolled up my house.

9, the lake light and the moon and the two, the surface of the pool without the wind mirror has not been grinding.

10, since ancient times, the sad loneliness of autumn, I say that autumn is better than spring.

11, the falling sun and unruly, autumn water *** long sky a color.

12, silver candles and autumn light cold painting screen, light Luo small fan puff flowfly.

13, the window contains the West Ridge thousands of autumn snow, door mooring Wu Guo ten million miles boat.

14, high-rise buildings all want to evening, sycamore leaves on the Xiao Xiao rain.

15, blue cloud sky, withered yellow ground, autumn scenery even wave, wave on the cold smoke green.

16, the long wind for miles to send the autumn geese, for this matter can be sound skyscrapers.

17, Autumn Qi Qi, a hundred flowers with Philip Autumn wind Qi Qi, a hundred flowers are withered.

18, chrysanthemum blossoms, chrysanthemum flowers, chrysanthemum flowers residual, plug geese flying high people have not yet, a curtain of wind flow idle.

19, the beauty of the morning in the fall, the fog of the wilderness filled the house, mountains, forests, crops

20, the beauty of the fall is perfect - it is not like the spring so shy, summer so spitting, winter so introverted type.

21, the beauty of autumn is rational - it is not like spring so charming and moving, summer so hot, winter so euphemistic.

22, happy candle autumn light cold painting screen, light small fan puffing fireflies, the sky step night curtain night is as cool as water, lying down to see Altair and Vega star.

23, autumn, the season of labor, the golden season - with the spring as deep love, with the summer as passion, winter as temptation.

24, orange, yellow, orange and green: refers to the autumn scenery. Song Su Dongpo's "Gift to Liu Jingwen": "A year of good scenery you must remember, but also the orange, yellow, orange and green time."

27, the autumn wind and rain, is lonely, lonely, but - is also full of hope. The rain at this time, will be buried in the fallen leaves, will be hidden in the silence, resulting in anticipation and charm.

28. Once one's flowering stage is over, there is a beautiful stage of perfection like autumn, when the fruits of life are waiting to be acquired like ripe rice in a wonderfully serene atmosphere.

29, the beauty of the fall is perfect - it is not like spring so shy, summer so spitting, winter so introverted type. The beauty of autumn is rational - it is not like spring so charming and moving, summer so hot, winter so euphemistic.

30, when the valiant autumn winds gently stroked their cheeks, the light wind to produce their own color paste sprinkled out in a piece of fallen leaves at the time, fallen leaves musicians cast out a beautiful and pleasant "rhyme of autumn", it is to understand that the autumn she came.

31, autumn may be hidden in the red dandelion seeds, perhaps hidden in the fire all of the peach, perhaps hidden in the lush vegetable garden. Autumn, the harvest season, the golden season - with the spring as delightful, with the summer as passionate, winter as beautiful and touching.

32, although the autumn is not as bright as the spring, but it has a color is the world's best - red. Red maple leaves only in the face of autumn will be red, far away, like the color of red, the mountains are dyed red. The wind blew gently and the maple leaves drifted out like red snow. So that everyone can go forward to enjoy.

33, the hometown of the fall is not warm, although the gas is not as fresh as before, the leaves are gradually fading, but there is one thing more and more ripe - that is rice. Getting rid of the doorstep, far away, the first thing to see is rice, so many rice a large area full of a large area. The rice is slowly growing and ripening without us realizing it.

34, walked into the maple forest, maple red like flames, proud as red flag sedan, colorful race roses. Ho, and a gust of wind blew, a few pieces of red maple leaves fell out, like a big red butterfly, has been fluttering gala it! I'll be a little Dufu, reciting the "Mountain Walk": "Far up the cold mountain stone path slanting, deep in the white clouds there are people. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to get a good deal on this, but I'm sure I'm going to be able to get a good deal on this."

35, the sunset in the fall is so beautiful! It is sometimes like a golden dragon fluttering in the sky, sometimes changed into an old man driving a dandilion crane ...... eek! Isn't that Tai Yi from the Legend of Nezha? How come I haven't seen Nezha's Third Prince? Oh, I see it, where it is! What's that red piece on the west side? It looks like a small child with a bib around it. Look more carefully, and it turns out to be the Red Child! He is reaching out two hands to the old man darted to it!

36, the beauty of the fall is perfect - it is not like spring so shy, summer so spitting, winter so introverted type. The beauty of autumn is rational - it is not like spring so charming and moving, summer so hot, winter so euphemistic. Autumn, the harvest season, the golden season - with the spring as delightful, with the summer as passionate, winter as beautiful and touching. Autumn Sun warm and quiet, the Dong village of the autumn wind and soft, blue sky, white clouds and grass sprinkled pleasant.

37, is also some people in the depression of the golden autumn, facing the increasingly silent atmosphere, generous chicken voice since ancient times in the autumn sad loneliness, I said the autumn day wins the spring. A crane in the clear sky, will lead the poetry to the wide cold. This is perhaps one of the many poems that are new and different in the sense of autumn, sadness and nostalgia for autumn. In our response to the sad scene of the autumn and all the helplessness, sad decadent sighs, why do not we sing a few more times Liu Yuxi's autumn words, from which to understand some of the passionate sentiment to strive for excellence?

38, the color of the setting sun is getting deeper and deeper, has long been red and purple, the top of the head of the clouds have long been faded out of the color, almost and the color of the dark blue sky is not much of a two. At this time, a few small magpies back to the nest chirping, calling teammates to fly up, in the light of the setting sun into the world's most beautiful little bird. Which family's rooster shouted and honked, loudly beating the ear drums; a few leisurely dog barking, as if seeing what abnormal signs. The old ladies are calling their beloved chickens and ducks into the nesting house, "Chicken Auntie--, Chicken Auntie--".

39, what a brilliant fall, here, is no longer scorched earth and ashes, this is also the winds of millions of mountains are wearing a red carpet of abundant land. That the whole body embedded with bullet skin of the red pines, still alive and well, standing proudly on the high mountain rocks, canyon flute leaping, white hope in the rice paddies slowly soaring. When the harsh westerly wind wine to the sky brush more wide case; when the strangers call the head of the child forgot to break the last south flying geese in the case; when the broad field of sprawling grass was shaken to the plant yellow case - when at this time, is the fall, is the time of the flowers and trees to fall leaves.

40, although the autumn is not as bright as the spring, but it has a color is the world's best - red. Red maple leaves only in the face of autumn will be red, far away, like the color of red, the mountains are dyed red. The wind blew gently and the maple leaves drifted out like red snow. So that everyone can go and enjoy it. Although there are not as many small cranes in the fall as in the summer, the landscape of fallen leaves in the fall is much more beautiful than them. When the wind blows gently, the leaves flutter and fall with the wind, and always make a sound, as if loudly informing everyone: "Why do you say there are no butterflies in the fall? I am not? How, beautiful, right!"

41, the autumn wind was cool, rolled a vast river sand, withered leaves with it flying all over the sky. A piece like a butterfly, such as a small elf, in the sky for a long time drifting, unwilling to fall down. For a while, it is lying on the ground again, lonely, sad and silent, everything is so quiet. I didn't hear the pleasure of the harvest, didn't see the fruitfulness, and couldn't imagine that this was the autumn I was waiting for. In this fall, the only thing I am afraid of is the falling leaves! This said that the rhythm of the fall is anxious and restless radicals, but can not feel its rhythm, more like "Han Palace Autumn Moon" in the hopeless and lonely. I would have liked to fall is beautiful scenery, beautiful scenery of lightness, the real is bare branches, scarce flowers and trees.

42, mid-autumn, although also colorful, but the key color is orange. In the summer, there is almost no piece of fallen leaves, almost no slight yellowish color decorated in the summer color right in the middle, the ground shows the main color is emerald green. In mid-autumn, the natural world is wonderfully changed, a night of autumn wind, we actually do not notice when the main color of the ground has become yellowish, the fallen leaves are more and more yellow and sparse, not like the summer that green and lush, the lawn has also become orange, the field is a piece of orange, so we call the autumn as "golden autumn season". If the natural world in the spring before looks delicate, happy, like a woman looking forward to the future, then the mid-autumn seems to be more and more aging, depressed, gentle, like a memory of the past blonde hair of the woman. French writer Maupassant in "a Norman" in the fall of the golden yellow compared to what seems to be daylight melting into dribs and drabs from the sky into the lush bushes.