Beautiful sentences of falling leaves in autumn

1, the leaves in early autumn are only slightly yellow, but they have already begun to indicate that they will fall, which also indicates that the story is a bit sad. The sound of trees in autumn and the cool colors of mountains and rivers all contain a little desolation, sadness, tranquility and fantasy.

There are many beautiful leaves in autumn, such as golden ginkgo leaves, which also make me feel the beauty of autumn. Soft ginkgo leaves stretch the body. A gust of wind blew and they swayed with the wind. Ginkgo biloba leaves, like handfuls of delicate small fans, fan us proudly like peacocks, adding beauty to our lives. Ginkgo biloba leaves have only a few small "blood vessels", which are very unique and will not be forgotten at a glance. The golden ginkgo leaves left a deep impression on me.

It rained twice, and it seems that autumn came earlier, with a cool breeze and full of autumn. It seems that everything becomes silent, more sober than spring, more sober than summer and more tolerant than winter. ...

4. The weather is colder in late autumn, and the leaves are yellow and fall on the ground like a yellow carpet, but the camphor tree can't bear to wither, and it is quite independent in the cold autumn.

5. Picking up a few fallen leaves that fell at my feet like elves, I was surprised to find that the fallen leaves in autumn were so colorful: the thick green did not fade, but added mature gold; It may be old, and its face is only brown. Although there is no gorgeous sunset, no gentle and elegant willow, it is enough to touch people's hearts. Green as jade, brown as night, golden as chardonnay ... interwoven into a colorful picture on the ground.

6. Parthenocissus on the whole wall of the campus is also immersed in the autumn wind. Some Parthenocissus leaves are falling in the autumn wind. Under the guidance of autumn wind, they learned to dance "whirlwind dance". Look how beautiful their dancing is! A large area of Parthenocissus on the wall may have been infected by the "whirlwind dance", and it also sang songs with Sarah. Seeing such a big dance below, the sleeping bird couldn't help but sing along and join the dance. How harmonious up and down!

7. It is no longer light green, but yellow. It has lost its former youth, only aging. Maybe you will say it is ugly, because it has become a stain on the beauty of nature. However, I said it was beautiful. It is old now, but it was once brilliant. Now it will melt into the earth and become dirt. It will also nurture young trees and old trees to make their leaves more brilliant in the future.

8. Autumn wind comes to the forest, and the forest is a paradise for insects, and autumn insects are scrambling to sing. Crickets, squirrels, weavers, grasshoppers, cicadas, one after another, waves, far and near, high and low, short duration, thick and thin, like a beautiful song, these natural notes are pieced together into an autumn sonata. All the composers and performers in the vibrant concert hall have added infinite vitality to this autumn. The music of nature and the playing of insects make the forest more harmonious and full of vitality, and the natural music will also immerse us and intoxicate us.

9. Kneel down, pick up a fallen leaf and count the visible textures. I think life is so important that the wind blows for a while. How many little leaves are there to find their mother? This short and meaningful ceremony is neither grand nor gorgeous, but it seems a little depressing in the autumn wind, but the end of the past is also the beginning of the present. Leaves have fallen off and gone deep into the soil, which can also be used as nutrients. We will continue, start again, and there will be new winds.

10, the autumn wind is bleak, the long yellow sand is rolled up, and the withered Ye Er flies with it. Pieces like butterflies, like elves, floated in the sky for a long time and refused to fall. For a long time, it lay quietly on the ground again, telling the sad silence alone. Everything was so quiet. I didn't hear the joy of harvest, I didn't see the fruitful results, and I couldn't imagine that this was the autumn I was waiting for. In this autumn, the only thing I am afraid of is only fallen leaves! Ben said that the melody of autumn was tense and radical, but he couldn't understand its rhythm, which was more like helplessness and melancholy in Autumn Moon in Han Palace. I thought autumn was pleasant and picturesque, but what was real was bare branches and sparse trees.

1 1, the autumn wind swept and the leaves fell one after another. Some dance like butterflies, some spread their wings like orioles, and some spin lightly like dancers.

12, autumn wind rustling, leaves messy, bleak patches everywhere, my heart is sad. Suddenly, I found that autumn is a sad season. ...

13, the autumn wind in the forest is naughty. It makes leaves dance, young trees play the piano, race with streams, play with birds, and ...; The autumn wind in the city is quiet, and it rarely sings. Even if it sings, it uses a small voice and does not add notes to this noisy city. The autumn wind on the grassland is leisurely, "Wow-"it cries softly, as if calling for friends far away, and the waves of grass seem to leave marks on friends.

14. Autumn wind came to the field waving a brush covered with golden pigments. In an instant, the field turned into a golden ocean. The breeze blew, golden waves appeared in the fields, and the wheat was overflowing; In the cotton field, a piece of white clouds danced with the wind, and the autumn wind could not bear to defile this piece of white clouds paradise and quietly left.

15, bent down to pick up the fallen leaves, looked at them carefully, and couldn't help but want to trace back to what I looked like when I was young. It must be green and sharp-cut, but even if it has a shocking life, it can't deviate from the laws of nature. Between the winding clouds and the ebb and flow of the tide, its soft leaves become dry unconsciously, and the orange color on the leaves is the brand left by the wind and rain.

16, autumn wind rustling, rolling up leaves. Fly, fly ... The last yellow leaf finally fell in the depths of my eyes, gradually dispersed, gradually became smaller and finally disappeared. Before my eyes, I saw scenes of the past.

17, fallen leaves, some like boats sailing in the wind, some like acrobats tumbling down, and some like gliders circling.

18, I like the fallen leaves in autumn, and I like to cherish them deeply in my pages. In my drawer, in the beautiful world I decorated, I am looking for my life from the fallen leaves, looking for the color of my life, and looking for the origin where I can't be free and easy. The fallen leaves are not just the curtain call of the stage, but the construction of a new dance floor, in the noise, in the autumn wind and in the story.

19, autumn is a mature season, but it is also accompanied by autumn wind sweeping away leaves and ruthlessly scraping off the branches of life. Leaves are like the dusk of life. In the long-gone wind of Qiu Lai, her life is slowly dying in the baptism of endless years. She devoted her life to nature, and she locked her love for life firmly on the trunk of life. Maturity is one of them. Fallen leaves slowly shake off the wings of life in the cool air. Her withering, her wandering and the following of her heart are all breaking away from the raindrops of nature and merging into new natural fragrance forever. Walking is to stay in the natural scenery better, and walking is for a new life, a new life update and dancing space.

On the 20th, the autumn wind started gradually, and the flying leaves fell into the soil. The setting sun sprinkled a gentle afterglow on them, and the leaves were golden and the last ray of light was blooming. That is the indelible scenery they left in the dust. I closed my eyes and suddenly remembered: "Falling red is not a heartless thing. Turning into spring mud protects flowers more." "

2 1, an autumn rain, kicked off the autumn. With the autumn rain, the weather has also changed. It's cold, but it wakes people up, like a sedative, and calms the restless heart. For me, this season does not belong to warmth or laughter, but to loneliness and indifference.

22. Qiu Feng is also a master of color matching. She came to the field and handed the red to sorghum, who waved to her happily. She came to the orchard and gave the orange to the persimmon. Seen from a distance, persimmon looks like a small lantern. She came to the forest and painted the maple with red paint. It looks like a flame rolling. She came to ...

23. Why didn't the sunset on the ancient road have a penumbra? Why has it lost its former joy? The sound of the flute and piano has been sad for a long time. Who is waiting for the south flight? Goose has been entrusting letters for more than half a year, but there is no reply. How can a beautiful woman leave me alone? It's frost, chrysanthemum, maple leaf, seasonal change, color, sunset, afterglow, memory, parting, and now it's a paper clip, a regular script, a pen and ink, written deeply. I wish to remember this sad season.

24. Autumn is a season of nostalgia. Many stories and people are inadvertently linked together, quietly saying that they miss each other. It always seems that in such a cool autumn, I suddenly look back and find that the road I have traveled is so desolate. The romantic past is unbearable, and the years of hard work are vivid.

25. Autumn comes with the sound of fallen leaves, and the morning is as fresh as dew. The sky exudes soft light, clear and ethereal, which makes people want to listen to the soaring songs of larks, just like looking at the blue sea and thinking of seeing a white sail. Sunset is the wings of time. When it flies away, it will spread out for a while. So dusk.

26, the autumn wind suddenly, the pool was originally slim, green and graceful lotus leaves; As rich as frost, with a lotus flower that wants to say but is ashamed, it adds a tragic gloom. Tian Tian is like a dancer's skirt, and the sky is as beautiful as jade carving. Was taken away by the running water of time and taken to the unknown kingdom of heaven, leaving only beautiful memories in the dream.

27. The autumn wind doll came to the Woods again. When she blew it with a big breath, the poplar leaves turned yellow at once and then fell slowly. Another big breath, the maple leaves turned red, and the maple forest was like a sea of fire, scaring the birds to shout for help. The autumn wind doll was very happy when she saw the green pine tree. She thought the pine tree was strong, so she blew on it again and it became greener.

28. Autumn rain hit them in the face. Piles of dark gray clouds hold the earth low. It's already late autumn, all the trees in the endless forest are bare, and the old tree stands gloomy and brown moss covers its wrinkles. Ruthless autumn stripped them of their beautiful clothes, and they had to wither and stand there bald.

29. Qiu Feng is still a naughty child. She came to the road and blew the leaves on the tree. When she saw the leaves dancing like golden butterflies, she skipped away. On the way, she ran around with someone else's hat and threw it angrily on the ground when she saw that others didn't catch up.

30. Standing on the bridge, the autumn wind stroked me with cold hands. I'm afraid it's the only person closest to me at the moment! The cool wind blows everything, trees, grass and flowers. Resist with their perseverance, swing their strong and weak bodies when they win, they dance, and the river gives them a bang. Everything is beaming and optimistic.

3 1, a sudden warm wind, more leaves fall down, just like butterflies dancing in the air in autumn. But like a butterfly in late autumn, it disappears so quickly and silently that it can only capture its beauty in an instant. Little feet tread carefully on the fallen leaves in autumn, making a crisp and pleasant sound that lingers in my ears.

32. I just want to send this autumn away. Let it take away all the memories I left in this season.

33. There is fog around Castle Peak. Dashan has taken off the blue gauze skirt she used to wear and put on a white autumn dress, but it is also very thin. Under the blowing of autumn wind, clothes are always ups and downs, and there is always a feeling of elegance. Dashan always stands there, resisting the attack of autumn wind with its huge body. Everything is solemn and intense.

34. On a cool and sunny autumn night, bright red Mars adds a lot of luster and interest to us in the starry sky. Recently, after eight o'clock every night, Mars rises from the horizon in the southeast. It is brighter than any star in the nearby sky. No matter where you are, it is easy to find it.

35. I often walk into this land in late autumn and see golden forests and fallen leaves. I feel the season of life cycle, the warmth of sunshine, the freshness and lightness of the green world and photosynthesis, and the inexhaustible oxygen, all of which delight my body and mind and decorate my beautiful clothes, but I also feel the shortness of life for the fallen leaves. I know that the falling leaves are for the birth of new leaves and the flourishing of the tree of life. "Fallen leaves are not heartless things, but turn into spring mud to protect flowers." In fact, fallen leaves exist as a tangible life form in the invisible torrent of life. She melted the spring soil into a river, and she was deeply rich in the deep soil.

36. That autumn was also autumn wind and yellow leaves. The leaves whirled around the tree with the wind, singing a farewell song in a low voice with a hint of helplessness and reluctance, saying goodbye to the big tree she once loved.

37. When the autumn wind came to the Botanical Garden, pieces of fallen leaves were rolled up by the autumn wind and fluttered with the wind, up and down, and soon drifted into the fallen leaves. Really want to play hide-and-seek with us! They are colorful and strangers, but they don't give in to each other. You won't let me, and I won't let you. I will devote myself to the earth without regrets and repay the mother who raised him.

38. The wind continues to blow, leaves fall in succession, and cherry blossoms seem to be infected and fall with the wind. Watching the withered flowers fall sadly, I found that autumn had come unconsciously. Ye Er was yellow and the flowers were defeated. This is a colorful and bleak season, and it is also a season full of poetry and painting. How many poets and painters have sung poems and painted pictures for it. Perhaps only in this season can people calm down and think about problems and understand life.

39. In autumn, in the beautiful melody of Qiu Si, the strings of life are plucking the fallen leaves of every life. Sometimes, like a storm that overturns the earth, a beautiful golden thread falls, which is covered with the journey of life coming and going. Sometimes, she is like a dreamy girl, gently repressed, unwilling to wake up the sleeping earth, quietly coming and dancing lightly in the direction of the wind. Precipitation, melting that loneliness, that wandering shadow.

40. At this moment, a peach-shaped leaf fell in front of me. I held it in my hand and thought: Maybe the Monkey King accidentally knocked off a small peach tree while stealing it. As soon as it fell to the ground, it became a small leaf. I put it under my nose and smelled it, as if it really smelled of peaches!

4 1, Qiu Guang overlaps a lot, and dives three ways in the Mid-Autumn Festival. There are no colorful flowers in spring, abnormal green trees in summer and snowflakes in winter, but fruit trees with fruits in autumn bring people the joy of harvest, and fruits are everywhere!

42. Is autumn really synonymous with sadness? I have never believed it, because autumn has never been sad in my heart, but it is a little cold, so I have always been attached to autumn, its beautiful butterfly rain, its delicate autumn rain and its little loneliness.

43. I walked in the maple forest, surrounded by trees. Autumn has come and will pass. What did the autumn wind take away? Is it gone? Are you still happy? ..... the heartstrings are floating in the wind. There are endless fantasies in my heart, still staying in that blooming season. What will be left in this deciduous season? Is that naive or that kind of * *? The change and passage of time has diluted the persistence in my heart, but left bitter memories. Time is boundless, the outer wall of time can't be touched, and its wings can't be caught. It passed so fast, perhaps, it disappeared like a fallen leaf. Come so quietly, go so hastily, so calmly.

44, the autumn wind starts, and the leaves return to the roots; Still water flows eastward, and jathyapple is alone. Autumn gives people a feeling of sadness and loneliness. Some people will grieve for spring and autumn in this season, and will lament the impermanence of life in this season.

45. The autumn wind blows, and the folds of a lake set off the past at the bottom of the sleeping memory. Stand in the depths of autumn and release your soul, and close your trembling eyes slightly. Autumn is the color of burning flame, and each color is closely attached to the roots of autumn to explore distant space.

46. Yellow leaves, one or two, float gently on the water, like countless boats, slowly swing away with the wind.

47. Autumn wind is a loving mother. She blew gently, like combing her green hair with a comb. The rice went down on its stomach with the wind, and stood up like a coquetry after the wind blew over. The invisible huge comb, gently combed, is so gentle and kind, which makes people feel that the mother here is dressing her daughter who is about to get married.

48. buttercups at school are immersed in the autumn wind. Look, the falling buttercup leaves look relaxed on the ground. At this time, an autumn wind gently blew off the remaining yellow leaves on the tree, and the leaves on the ground might be too lonely. When I saw the arrival of new friends, I quickly greeted them with a spin. The autumn wind is still blowing, and the lobules on the ground seem like a group of carefree children, coming and going freely.

49. It began to rain outside the window. At first, I only heard a slight rustle, which seemed hollow and far away. Gradually, the sound came near, as if it came slowly and gently from a deep place. Raindrops hit the windowsill, just like your gentle hands are like pigeons, tapping gently on the desktop. Listening to the rain knocking on the window at night is beautiful, but it also shows the listener's boredom and loneliness. How I long to hold your hand gently and look at your face carefully on such a night, with attractive eyes and affectionate feelings, regardless of the wind and rain outside the window.

50. Those yellow leaves lie irregularly on the ground, and the road bricks and asphalt roads are livid, keeping them out of the soil mercilessly. Fallen leaves are like homeless children, letting the wind blow them from East Street to West Street.

5 1, the autumn wind came to the dense forest, and with a shout, the autumn wind uttered a spell. As a result, leaves were dyed golden yellow and red. Autumn wind came to the garden, stretched out a magical hand and stroked the flowers that were looking forward to her. Look! Clusters of fragrant osmanthus and bright * * are in full bloom under the call of autumn wind. Autumn wind came to her orchard again, only to see her skillfully waving her wand and turning green fruits into ripe ones. In Huang Chengcheng, oranges and persimmons are made into small lanterns, and strings of green grapes are made into dazzling amethysts ... The autumn wind rushes to the fields, and the ears of wheat are bent by the wind, as if bowing to the admirable autumn wind.

The leaves are swaying in the wind. Suddenly, a leaf was blown out of the embrace of the tree by the wind, hovering quietly in the air, fluttering gently in the wind, flying in the air like a dying butterfly, and finally falling to the ground in a beautiful arc. At that moment, the heartstrings were touched. It turns out that this is the way it chooses when it faces death. Even at the end of his life, he will show his best side and don't want to leave with any regrets.

53. The autumn wind accompanied the fallen leaves and started their journey by different routes. The vitality of spring has faded. The color of spring and the heat of summer are buried by autumn. Autumn brings coolness, but it also brings sadness.

54. Fallen leaves are the jungle you decorate in autumn. The jungle is like a landscape painting, which makes autumn more gorgeous. It is your dance that is as happy as a dancer and flies like a butterfly, which brings us good feelings.

Look, some leaves are falling, some are flying like butterflies, some are flying like birds, and some are spinning like dancers. I ran over and reached out to catch one. Ha, like a golden boat. Maybe it fell because it wanted to throw itself into the arms of the river. I gently put it into the river. The river spouted as if clapping. The "ship" gave me a gentle spin, said goodbye and began its interesting voyage.

56. The red maple leaves make people feel the beauty of autumn. The unique shape of maple leaf is like a small paw, which looks very playful. Like a lively peacock. The "small blood vessels" of maple leaves are staggered and dazzling. The maple leaf is about 13cm long, slightly wider than the length. There are several prominent "small teeth" on the biggest three "claws", which are very cute. The maple leaf fell gently in my hand and was blown away by a breeze, not just where to travel. In the sun, the red leaves of that tree are so dazzling, layered and dense, really like a burning flame. It beckons to us in the wind, as if to show its exuberant vitality. I stared at the flaming maple leaf, and I couldn't help thinking of Du Mu's poem "Stop and love the maple forest late, the frost leaves are redder than the February flowers". What a lovely wind!

57. Some people say that autumn leaves are like winter snow. In spring, snow will turn into water, water into steam, then into rain or snow, and return to the ground. In this way, snow will always surround the ground in some form. Today's autumn leaves can't seem to complete the same cycle as snow. The rustling of leaves when the wind blows them off is the last conversation between leaves and trees. It will be carried away by the wind, or burned by people, with tears in the blazing fire and reduced to ashes.

58. Fallen leaves float to the invisible world and return to silence. Nothing can save a fallen leaf and make it return to the branches and remain fresh. This is a passage, a natural process. It will eventually go deep into the soil, turn into silt and nourish another new life, which is its own continuation and transcendence, and it is also the eternity of the beautiful moment of fallen leaves.

59. I like autumn. I am fascinated by everything in autumn. Autumn leaves and autumn rain are so sad in my eyes. Yellow leaves are everywhere, and it's withered season again.

60. Naughty autumn wind accompanied Qiuyang, all the way forward, brushed the treetops and shook the branches, rendering the romance and ruthlessness of autumn on every leaf. Squat down and pick up a fallen leaf that the dancer has flown to the ground. The thick green has not faded, mixed with brown, and the clear context has become somewhat blurred. Yan Yan has reached the end of her life. Slightly self-effacing state, has lost the infinite summer * *, falling with the autumn wind. I don't know whether the fallen leaves in autumn are the pursuit of the wind or the persistence of the trees.

6 1, autumn wind is also expected. It is not the surprise of flying leaves, nor the beautiful reverie of autumn, but the sweetness and joy of harvest. It happily climbed to the ripe fruit, successfully jumped into the bamboo basket full of fruit, and added happiness sweetly. It presents endless sweetness and fragrance to the orchard, and presents a harvest scene of "autumn fruits are ripe everywhere"

62. In spring, young leaves are in full bloom. They are like newborn babies, delicate and fresh. They started their lives happily. This is a cheerful prelude. Summer is very long, the leaves are dark green, quietly enjoying the happiness of life. This is a beautiful and long theme. Autumn is long, leaves fall safely, that is their final destination, and life ends here, which is a euphemistic and sad ending. Perhaps its dream has been shattered, but it is not sad at all and smiles as before.

63. Walking in the yard and stepping into a shade, the rustling at the foot is like the whisper of life. Autumn wind rustling, playing a sad chord rhyme. The sky is high and the clouds are light, and a flock of geese pass by. Suddenly, a fallen leaf broke into my sight, gently brushed my cheek, quietly rotated in the autumn wind and slowly fell to the ground. I slowly reached out my palm and let it float into my palm.

64. The earth put on a golden sweater, and yellow poplar leaves and bright maple leaves fell down as if several colorful butterflies were flying in the air. Although the frost came, Grandpa Song Qing still wore a green robe and looked greener. In the garden, * * is beautiful, red as fire, pink as chardonnay and white as snow. All the leaves on the persimmon tree have fallen, but the persimmons in Huang Chengcheng are still hanging on their fingers, like orange lanterns, large and small, with red begonia pressing the branches.

65. There's another gust of wind, violent and violent. Maple leaves roll around and fall one by one. Looking at the falling maple leaves, I can't help thinking. The leaves fell without a trace. Indeed, the leaves fall so quietly that people don't realize it.

66. Autumn wind is happy, only to see it gently playing with the spring water, which makes clear notes. It happily fiddled with the stream and waved a drop of crystal water. Small fish in the water are attracted by the wonderful performance of autumn wind, jumping out of the water happily and stirring up beautiful spray.

67. In the golden autumn of October, the sparse leaves on the trees are as dry as dry tobacco leaves. Mother Earth opened her broad mind, as if welcoming a child who came back from a hug. The fallen leaves returned to her arms and slept sweetly with the earth.

68. It is very cold this autumn. This autumn night is full of mangroves, full of silence, you can hear the cold blowing, whimpering and swallowing, and there is nothing. It is always the enemy of autumn, and the wind and rain are sad. Might as well miss it.

69. The autumn wind blows gently, and the cool wind blows gently. I get into the open window and stroke my cheek, which brings a bit of sadness. It is not as cold as the winter wind, as hot and lazy as Xia Feng, nor as gentle and delicate as the spring breeze. It just permeates people's hearts gently and quietly with a little coolness and loneliness.

70. Fallen leaves are like beautiful butterflies. When they fall, every time they spin, they make people feel like a beautiful butterfly. Accompanied by the breeze, they danced on the drums of the wind and returned to the embrace of the earth.

7 1, when I saw the fallen leaves, I thought of the teachers who were sweating. They educate us like spring breeze and let us grow sturdily. Seeing fallen leaves, I think autumn should not be sad; When I saw the fallen leaves, I thought of the cleaner. They are unknown, but they are doing extraordinary work in ordinary posts ... when I see fallen leaves, I think a lot.

72. Autumn wind, you bring charming autumn colors; Brought a bumper harvest of fruit; Brought all the red things. I love you, your rough and unrestrained temperament, your gentle and graceful temperament, and your spirit of silent dedication! Obsessed with you! My autumn wind.