Good words and sentences about the weather

There are many flowers, all kinds of peaches and plums, all kinds of enthusiasm, all kinds of red, all kinds of green, all kinds of wind and rain, all kinds of romance, floating flowers and waves, aloof.

Guifu Lan Xiang, a branch of Guilin, is fragrant with cinnamon, which is in bud, withering, singing birds and flowers, and falling leaves know autumn.

Quite critical, autumn wind, golden wind, pleasant autumn colors, sunny weather, autumn harvest in spring, autumn chrysanthemum in spring.

The autumn wind is passing by, the autumn wind is bleak, the autumn rain is continuous, a cluster of golden and a cluster of red, the autumn is deep, the fragrance of Qiu Lan is fragrant, and Feng Dan has ushered in autumn.

The maple forest is like fire, the autumn wind blows gently, the silver makeup is wrapped, the freezing is three feet cold, the snow is covered, the wind is flying, and the snow is mixed.

Thousands of miles are frozen, the north wind is cold, the weather is freezing, the snow is cruel, the snow is heavy, the water drops become ice, the water drops become ice, and the fire tree becomes silver.

Autumn comes with the sound of fallen leaves, and the morning is 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.

The clear sky in late autumn is like an endless calm blue sea; Strong white light jumps in the air, just like microwaves on the sea; At the foot of the mountain, patches of sorghum are always swaying full heads, like fluctuating red water; However, the withered leaves painted the fields with withered colors.

What a beautiful autumn! Here, it is no longer scorched earth and ashes. It is a bustling place, and Qian Shan is covered with red carpets. Korean pine covered with elastic skins is still alive, standing proudly on the high rocks, whistling in the valley and flying slowly in the rice fields in vain.

When the steep west wind brushes the sky higher and higher; When the stranger's children look at the last southern swallow; When the boundless grass on the vast field is swaying and turning yellow-at this time, it is autumn, and it is the season when trees fall leaves.