1, in the fall, the leaves fall one by one, with a hint of regret, into the arms of mother earth. They jumped, twirled, danced lightly and fell.
2,Autumn, after a tense harvest, in the twinkling of an eye everything faded color, a vast expanse of land pale yellow bare.
3, Autumn came with the sound of falling leaves, and the morning was as fresh as dew. The sky was soft and radiant, clear and indistinct, so that one wanted to hear the song of a high-flying lark, just as one looks at the blue sea and thinks of a white sail. The setting sun is the wing of time, and as it flies away there is a moment of supreme splendor in its unfolding. The first thing I'd like to do is to get a good look at the newest version of the movie.
4, the beauty of autumn is mature - it is not like spring so shy, summer so open, winter so introverted.
5, the fall is coming, the sky is high, the blue sky, the geese flew to the south in groups, they sometimes lined up in the "one" shape, sometimes lined up in the "human" shape.
6, autumn is the season of ripening crops, is also the favorite season of farmers. Sorghum red face, bracts grinning, yellow corn grains, like a golden bean, grain smile bent waist, is bowing to us, soybeans are blown by the wind out of the sound of music.
7, autumn may be hidden in the golden rice ears, perhaps hidden in the fire through the persimmons, perhaps hidden in the green vegetable fields.
8, autumn night, the sky high dew thick, a crescent moon in the southwest sky quietly hanging. The cold moonlight sprinkled on the earth, is so dark, the Milky Way stars but more and more brilliant up. Dense boundless sorghum, corn, grain fields, this singing and responding to the sound of autumn bugs chirping, grasshoppers also occasionally add a few accompaniment, blowing the Weng like intermittent blowing cold cigars. The willow tree on the side of the road quietly hanging branches, shade cover the winding weeds of the path.
9, the late fall sky, a mass of white clouds like a good wool, slowly floating.
10, although the fall has been a long time, but this year's summer heat that all day soaked in stinky sweat, that hand a touch, a hand of hot feeling but engraved in the memory, it seems that the aftermath of the summer is still slow to retreat.
11, late autumn bottom of the clarified sky, like an endless calm blue sea; strong white light in the air jumping, like the sea surface of the microwave; the foot of the mountain pieces of sorghum swaying at times with the head of the rich spike, as if fluctuating with the red water; and the decline of the yellow leaves to the field with the color of the withered.
12, the blue sky. In the late fall, spotless, crystal clear. Duo Xiayun reflected in the clear Jialing River; fish-scale microwave, turquoise river water, adding the color of the floating clouds, especially gorgeous.