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1, the flow of the season, will ultimately leave melancholy and feelings, a thought of flowers, a thought of flowers, in the autumn wind, gently pick up a ground appendage, savor the taste of the autumn situation, feel the autumn long.

2, autumn is the season of maturity, is the season of harvest, is the season of fullness, but the season of indifference. It is full of spring flourish and summer flourish, no longer to be praised by the favorite as proud. It will be all the praise and favor are isolated in the tantalizing autumn light outside, and only want to do a leisurely far from the unattainable, autumn.

3. In the fall, the leaves of the poplars are yellow, hanging on the trees as if they were little yellow flowers; floating down in the air like a yellow butterfly; falling in the river beside the trees as if they were little golden boats.

4. The sunshine of the golden autumn is warm and quiet, the breeze of the golden autumn is warm and gentle, the blue sky and white clouds of the golden autumn are floating, and the fields of the golden autumn are golden everywhere. Autumn may be hidden in the golden rice ears, perhaps hidden in the fire through the persimmon, perhaps hidden in the green vegetable fields.

5, white dew for the frost of the autumn night, a round of cool moon was you look thin, gently pick up the broken deep love, the palm of the aroma, a trace of a wisp, seriously sniff into the heart.

6, autumn rhyme in the wilderness, in the earth, stored in the heavy fields of autumn color, was conquered by the hard-working working people, grain harvest is no longer a legend, geese flying south frequently bid farewell to this year's harvest of beauty, spreading their wings and flying in the sky.

7, autumn, you are more than the spring more thriving scene, you are more than the spring more colorful.

8, do not dare to touch the season in front of you, afraid to meet you buried in the wind injury. So I had to be silent, like autumn silence until the thoughts were washed into color by the autumn rain, even the leaves have added some shy red. I can only hide you in the poem, but I didn't think the poem was left in the autumn nowhere to find, you are autumn, autumn is also you.

9, autumn wind, autumn clouds, standing alone in the colorful path. The beautiful leaves fall with the wind, in the setting sun under the reflection of extraordinarily lonely, just as alone waiting for me, quiet here waiting for you to walk through.

10, look up at the sky in the autumn sun, a quietly passing stream of clouds, covering the warmth of the light, in the distance, the mountains, water, clouds, trees as if the heavy Lu in the line of sight, the sky is high, the clouds, accompanied by a pure and dustless autumn heart.