2. Autumn is a mature season, a harvest season, a full season, but a wandering season. It has experienced the prosperity of spring and summer, and is no longer proud of being praised and loved. It isolates all praise and love from Qiu Guang, and only wants to be an idle and far-reaching autumn.
3. In autumn, poplar leaves are yellow, hanging on trees like yellow flowers; Falling in the air, like yellow butterflies; It landed in the river beside the tree, like a golden boat.
4. The sunshine in autumn is warm and quiet, the breeze in autumn is warm and gentle, the blue sky and white clouds in autumn are elegant, and the fields in autumn are golden everywhere. Autumn may be hidden in golden ears of rice, in persimmons full of fire, or in green vegetable fields.
5. In the autumn night when the white dew is frosty, a cool moon is looked thin by you, and you gently pick up the broken affection, and the fragrance in your palm is a little bit, and you smell it into your heart seriously.
6. Autumn is a beautiful and tactful poem. The clear water reflects the clear sky, the clear night draws the moon, and the surplus is graceful and restrained. It turns a heart into a paper style, so that the mottled mark tells the story of autumn water.
7. Inadvertently scattered in a pool of autumn water, fiddling with the autumn halo in the pool, tapping on a curtain of worries, lingering autumn rain, and the sound of rain hitting bananas.
8. Autumn is a beautiful season, which is different from the heat in summer; The bitter cold of winter, it and spring are twin sisters, with the same bright spot. Autumn is a season when melons and fruits are fragrant; Autumn is a season of sowing hope. Baskets of oranges and piles of lychees are all fresh and make your mouth water.
9. Autumn is really a beautiful picture. The sun is setting, the autumn wind is rustling, the flute is sounding and the reeds are flying. The lake is blue, the beach is quiet, the melons and fruits are fragrant, and the moon is hanging high.
10. Autumn comes with the sound of fallen leaves, and the morning is as fresh as dew. The sky gives off a soft glow, clear and ethereal, which makes people want to hear the singing of a soaring lark, just like looking at the blue sea and thinking of seeing a white sail. Sunset is the wing of time. When it flies away, it unfolds for a moment. So dusk.
1 1. The autumn wind swept away, and the leaves fell one after another. Some danced like butterflies, some spread their wings like Oriole, and some spun lightly like dancers.
12. In autumn, the flowers from tree to tree are defeated, and they come and go with the wind. Even if they wither, they are still a little gaudy. They have faded from the youthful appearance of a pink girl in the flowering season and replaced them with a mature and elegant beauty. Beauty is rhyme, beauty is quality, and they still have fragrance when picked up.