Danfeng welcomes autumn and autumn, autumn wind blows gently, and autumn air is crisp

Autumn wind sends cool autumn moon like a mirror, autumn wind leaves and autumn wind rustles

Autumn water and autumn chrysanthemums bloom in Qiu Lan, and autumn rain continues

Chunhua Qiushi cream Ye Zhiqiu autumn insects chirp, autumn water is long

osmanthus fragrance leaves rustling, yellow leaves flying, autumn grass withered

It is like washing dead branches and leaves in the Mid-Autumn Festival, and autumn mountains are full of red leaves

. Chrysanthemum is colourful

white clothes are wrapped in mountains and lakes, mountains and mountains, spring breeze and gas

slim and graceful, with caves, pavilions and lakes, mountains and mountains

water and sky are lush, green mountains and green waters, beautiful scenery

picturesque mountains and rivers, warm spring flowers, continuous spring rain, peach, plum and green

flowers, willows, grass, long warblers, flying flutes and begging for food, and people with spring breeze

Spring is bright and cold. Spring is full of grass

autumn moon spring flowers autumn moon spring breeze skin in spring and autumn twilight spring trees

Lizao Chunpa squabble spring breeze tiger tail spring ice cold wood Chunhua

Spring rain is like oil, spring worms, autumn snakes, spring is dull, spring is full of teeth

Spring sings, summer strings are spring, summer is long, spring is as deep as the sea, spring mountains are like laughter

Spring is full of flowers, spring trees are full of clouds, and spring colors are breathtaking, and Lizao

Spring dew and autumn frost. Spring is as deep as the sea, spring comes to life and autumn kills

Autumn harvest and winter storage, spring frogs are blooming, and Qiu Chan is full of spring

Her face is red, her face is white and tender, and her face is red

Her eyes are bright as a pool, her eyes are golden, and her eyes are heavy

She is kind, her eyes are magnificent, she is tall and dashing, she is well dressed

She smiles through tears, she laughs and she smiles with all smiles

Relaxed and radiant

Aggressive, depressed, morose and elated, full of joy

anxious to return is relaxed and happy, with ups and downs of emotions, convinced and preoccupied

Worried and heartbroken, burning with fear and fear in anger

Panicked, disheartened and listless, with tears streaming down her face

There are many kinds of rocks among the mountains in Qian Shan. P > beautiful mountains, high trees and luxuriant valleys, valleys, green mountains and green waters, green mountains in Qinghai

There are peaks on the Xiushui Peak of Qishan Mountain, which are pure and beautiful, and nothing grows and stands in the sky

Clouds entwined, and Qifeng Mountain stands tall and majestic, and Qian Shan Wanling Mountain

The mountains exposed from the clouds are floating like islands.

The surrounding mountains are like a colorful cloth.

the mountains and waves are full of peaks and waves.

The mountain is dark and has no edge or edge, and the cliff head like an axe is indomitable.

The undulating loess hills are really like waves of a big flood.

Longshantou, like a big tomb, stands in the night.

The mountains on both sides of the Xiajiang River are straight up and down, making people dizzy.

The faint deep valley is eerily quiet and cold.

The ravine was filled with snow, which was as high as the back of the mountain, and became a large square paved with flat snow.

the morning sun shines at first, but the mountains are like shy girls, looming, and the sun sets in the western hills.

Her face has a pair of beautiful eyes with childishness and long eyelashes, just like two crystal grapes.

The child, Hei Hu, has a head-like face and big eyes like two bells. He is very energetic.

His eyebrows are wrinkled tightly from time to time, forming a question mark between them; Sometimes stretch happily, like an exclamation point.

His red face is shining like a ripe apple in September.

His ears are white and red, his helix is distinct, and his outer ring and inner ring are well-proportioned, like a carved work of art..

Her small mouth contains rich expressions: when she is happy, she curled her lips and grimaced; When angry, a pouting mouth can catch a small oil pot. The words spoken from this mouth can sometimes make people angry and sob, but sometimes people can't help laughing.

Miss Li has beautiful hair, black and shiny, thick and dense. When she stands in the sun and shakes her head gently, her hair will flash with colorful rings.

Xiao Hong, our classmate, wears a big braid, which is black and bright, and has a pair of big black eyes embedded under her thick eyebrows. She looks pretty.

Xiaofei is sitting in his seat, burying his head in writing and writing. It seems that there is a steady stream of spring water flowing out from under his pen. In less than one class, he has written all his compositions.

Xiaohong happened to be sitting facing the window, and the afternoon sun shone on her round face, making her cheeks more rosy; She holds her chin in her hand with a pen, her eyes are wide open, her bright eyes are swimming slowly, and her plump chin is slightly upturned-this is the expression that the math teacher is familiar with and loves whenever she thinks of a more ingenious way to solve a math problem.

whenever I do my homework, the pen tip rustles, as if a bird is singing to me, and as if it is encouraging me: "If you are not afraid of difficulties, climb the peak bravely."

she stood up and answered so accurately, so naturally, so smoothly, as if she had been prepared.

she recited in cadence, with a beautiful tone, beautiful expression and moving seat.

He's a naughty boy. He reads too fast, and he crackles like a fried peanut.

Juanjuan read the text in Mandarin with a crisp voice, which was very pleasant. Even the sunshine was fascinated. She sneaked into the classroom from the window and left it on her book, and she didn't want to leave for a long time.

I read the book greedily, like a hungry lamb rushing into the green grass.

She got into a sea of books, like a fish in the sea, and forgot the passage of time.

He barely pulled himself together and opened the book. From the beginning, he felt that lines of words were moving on it, as if to fly. Later, I thought it was just a blur, like a nest of ants crawling around on paper.

He buried himself in his homework again, and the room was quiet, except for the sound of a pen rustling on the paper.

Students are sitting in the classroom, listening attentively to the teacher's lecture, like dozens of flowers quietly under the watering of hard gardeners.

Langlang's reading sounds fly out from all classrooms, like a touching children's chorus, with notes all over the sky.

The stars are like pearls, embedded in the sky and shining brightly.

The naughty little star draws a golden arc in the blue night sky, like a weaver girl throwing a brocade thread.

In the winter night, a few naked stars are pitifully close to the cold, shivering and almost hearing the sound of their teeth catching each other.

The little star is shaking in the cold air, as if shivering with cold.

The stars are full of feelings, like naughty children, looking at the world childishly and persistently, as if telling a beautiful and touching myth with their bright eyes.

The white star appears quietly and glinting in the sky like someone holding a walking candle carefully.

In the dark blue sky, there is a bright diamond-like star-Morning Star.

It's a beautiful starry night. There is not a cloud in the sky. The dark blue sky is full of diamond-like stars.

The sparkling stars, like gems, are densely covered with the boundless night sky. Milky Milky way, from the northwest sky, across the sky, oblique diarrhea to the southeast earth.

The stars in summer are as cute as naughty children.

A few big bright stars hang in the night sky, as if people in the sky were patrolling the vast space with lanterns.

when the starry sky is reflected on the rough sea, it dances up and down with the waves.

The first morning star appeared, flashing on this dark blue sky. It is so big and bright, and it is the only one in the whole vast sky, where it radiates remarkable brilliance, like a bright lamp hanging in the sky.

in the early morning, the blizzard stopped, but it will be a long time before dawn. A few remnant stars secretly opened their eyes to peep at the snow-white world.

gradually, the remnant star closes her sleepy eyes and disappears in the morning sky.

What a meteor! It draws bright silver lines in the night sky, just like searching for the best future in the world.

There are more stars than ever. They are big and bright. They don't blink or twinkle. They are quiet and serene.

what a cool and clear autumn night it is! The stars are brighter and bigger than ever ... just like the dazzling gems under the silver-gray sky, everything on the earth becomes so elegant and quiet.

The lake is alive. Layers of scale waves rise with the wind, accompanied by jumping sunshine and my heart, chasing and playing again.

The lake is whispering in the withered grass, and the flapping sound of one or two ducklings comes from time to time in the distance, which makes the lake more lonely and deserted on a moonlit night.

A few white sails, like a few white feathers, float lightly and leisurely on this golden sea.

The sea is full of ying ying. Under the setting sun, the waves jump like naughty children, and the water is golden.

The lake is hard, like a flawless jade shining with beautiful luster.

The lake is quiet, just like a mirror, clearly reflecting the blue sky, white clouds, red flowers and green trees.

The lake is covered with a mist like blue smoke. Looking at the hills from a distance, only gray mountain shadows can be vaguely identified.

The spray is a wonder of the sea, but she is more like a dancer. She can make people put aside their worries and enjoy it to the fullest.

The sea water is so blue that people feel that the color of jadeite is too light and the color of sapphire is too deep, which is difficult for a master to describe.

the sun shines on the rippled lake, like spreading the water.

The beauty of autumn is mature-it is not as shy as spring, so open in summer and so introverted in winter.

The beauty of autumn is rational-it is not as charming as spring, so hot in summer and so subtle in winter.

Autumn is the harvest season and golden season-as lovely as spring, as enthusiastic as summer and as charming as winter.

The sunshine in autumn is warm and quiet, the autumn wind in Dong township is warm and gentle, and the blue sky and white clouds are elegant and melodious.

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As soon as September arrives, there will be autumn, which will slip in a foggy dawn and disappear in a hot afternoon. It tiptoed across the top of the tree, dyed a few leaves red, and then flew across the valley in a cluster and left.

In another night or two, autumn frost will cover the valley under the moon, and then retreat to the northern mountains for a short stay, so that the golden early autumn can gently soothe the earth. A slight smell of fennel filled the sky. And the fragrant smell of Jin Ju. The fog billowed and was broken by the moonlight in September, revealing a blue sky.

In autumn, it will always be a blue sky, and it will suddenly turn its face and reveal a sinister color. Tropical typhoons are accompanied by dense clouds and heavy rains, and floods are undercurrent, and the revived grasslands are a little bit pale. However, as soon as the typhoon and rainstorm flashed by, the strong airflow still shook the dazzling waves. At this time, only migratory birds from the north know this warm bed, and the flying swans, geese and wild ducks are like a dark cloud, which makes it look more gloomy here.

I don't know how long it's been, as if a tense struggle has finally come to light. A long breath comes from the broad chest of the field, and there is clear water on the slope and dam. The trees and crops in the air are swaying in the breeze, and the leaves become calm and wide. Dew came back, wetted the ridge in the early morning and evening, and quietly hung on the field. Lulu Lan also came to the dam, floating quietly and never going back to the valley. Although the sunshine is still bright, it is no longer painful, but it becomes broad-minded and clear, as if it is finally weak, can not steam the field, and it is reconciled with the field; ..... Autumn is coming!

the sight of jumping into the window gave me a feeling of deja vu. The blue sky clouds, the wild mountains and the weeds washed yellow by autumn frost are like a virgin decorated with a golden gauze, naked with a milky yellow body, dancing in the bleak autumn wind, showing a fascinating appearance. Qiuyang, standing on the top of the mountain, is like a mighty god of war, shaking off his blood-stained shirt, splashing in the grass, infiltrating into the stream below the mountain, with countless ripples, sobbing and flowing outward, from ancient times to the present, from the distant past to the boundless future.

isn't autumn often said to be golden? Indeed, she has brought abundant fruits to nature, and given countless food to many creatures, including people, to extend their lives.

In July, the sun hung like a fireball in the blue sky, and the clouds seemed to be melted by the sun and disappeared without a trace.

Spring has gone with the falling flowers, and summer is coming with green leaves in the warm wind.

The sunshine in early summer is transmitted from the dense layers of branches and leaves, and the ground is covered with shiny spots the size of copper coins.

The wind is blowing with a slight warmth, and sometimes it brings the cuckoo's cry, which tells us: "Spring has gone."

Grass, reeds and red, white and purple wild flowers are steamed by a fiery sun hanging high in the sky, and the air is full of sweet and drunk breath.

In early summer, all kinds of wild flowers are in bloom, red, purple, pink and yellow, like bright spots embroidered on a green carpet; Crowds of bees are busy in the flowers, sucking the stamens and flying around hard.

In midsummer, it's so hot that even dragonflies only dare to fly near the shade, as if they were afraid that the sun would hurt their wings.

There is no cloud or wind in the sky. There is a hot sun overhead, and all the trees are standing there listlessly and lazily.

In the midsummer of July, there is not a cloud in the blue sky. The hot sun scorches the earth, the water in the river is hot, and the soil in the field smokes.

The scorching sun is in the sky, and on both sides of the road, ripe grains are bent down and bowed their heads in the heat. Grasshoppers are as numerous as grass leaves, and they make a faint and noisy sound in wheat and rye fields, in wheat and rye fields and among the reeds on the shore.

The sun is like a fireball of the boss, the light is burning, the road is scorched by the scorching sun, and a bunch of white smoke is stepping down.

it's sweltering, and there's not a breath of wind. The thick air seems to be frozen.

The whole city is like a burnt-out brick kiln, which makes people breathless. Dogs lie prone on the ground and spit out bright red tongues, and mules and horses' nostrils are particularly wide.

The blazing umbrella is high in the air, so hot that the fish in the river dare not come out of the water, and the birds dare not fly out of the mountains. Even the dogs in the village just stretch their tongues and gasp endlessly.

that day, it was crazy hot. As soon as the sun came out, the ground was already on fire, and some gray gas, like clouds and Feiyun, like fog and fog, floated low in the air, making people feel breathless.

It was a long summer without rain. The old loaches in the fields were all turned white by the hot sun. The streams near the village dropped a few inches, and the stones exposed on the water suddenly became bigger.

I don't know where the bird is hiding. The vegetation is dejected and despondent, as if dying; Only the cicada kept screaming in the branches; It's really broken gongs and drums cheering for the scorching sun!

The willows in the street look sick, their leaves are hanging with dust and rolling on their branches, and the branches are still. There is white light on the road, vendors are afraid to shout, and the plexiglass signboard at the door of the store seems to be sunburned.

when the cat is happy.