Beautiful sentences of falling leaves in early winter

1. At this moment, a peach-shaped leaf fell in front of me. I held it in my hand, thinking that the Monkey King might have accidentally knocked off Momo 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!

2. Bend down to pick up the fallen leaves and look carefully. I can't help thinking back to what it looked like when it 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.

A sudden warm wind makes more leaves fall, just like butterflies flying 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.

4. The fallen leaves pass by in a hurry. But I can't imagine what is behind the last threshold at the end of my life. But I think that every tree of life near it will fly out the last leaf at the last moment.

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.

6. I often walk into this land in late autumn to see the golden forests and fallen leaves. I feel the season of life cycle, the warmth of sunshine, and the freshness and lightness given to me by the green world and photosynthesis.

There are many beautiful leaves in autumn, such as golden ginkgo leaves, which also make me feel the beauty of autumn.

8. The wind continues to blow, leaves fall one after another, 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.

9. Trees are still trees, leaves are still leaves, playgrounds are still playgrounds, or primary schools, but they are not as happy or even empty as they were in primary schools. Only the fallen leaves on the ground are the foil.

10, another gust of wind is blowing, so fierce and deep. 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.

1 1, I like the fallen leaves in autumn. I like to treasure them deeply in my pages, in my drawers and in the beautiful world I decorate. I am looking for my life from the feelings of fallen leaves, looking for the color of my life, and looking for the origin that I can't be free and easy.

12, 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 see fallen leaves, I think of the cleaner. They are unknown, but they are doing extraordinary work in ordinary posts. When I see fallen leaves, I think a lot.

13, the fallen leaves in the north, what a tragic atmosphere! The fallen leaves are dyed golden yellow or even scarlet. The first thing that may fall is just two pieces, like a golden butterfly with two broken souls. But then, there was a golden red shower.

14, standing in the bushes, I listened quietly, and the leaves fell to the ground, vaguely rustling like cicadas. At that moment, I imagined Yuan Ye in autumn as golden as Monet's.

15, fallen leaves, you embellish the jungle in autumn. The jungle is like a landscape painting, which makes autumn more gorgeous. It is you who dance happily like a dancer and fly like a butterfly, which brings us good feelings.

16, 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.

17, just as falling red is not a heartless thing, it turns into spring mud to protect flowers, saying that it is a wave of falling, dancing with the wind and showing its beautiful dance steps.

18, a leaf has only one life. When autumn came, it fell from the tree and ended its life. But it turned its body into fertilizer and gave it to the earth. How great the fallen leaves are!

19, the long-awaited autumn has finally arrived. That leaf left a glimpse in my eyes like a dragonfly, easily piercing the haze in my heart. Long and messy troubles, like yellow leaves flying in autumn, will eventually settle down.

20. Fallen leaves fell all over the floor. Time stripped off its beautiful coat, put on its old, yellow and ugly coat and took away its work permit. Looking at their lonely figures, I saw the old people who left their jobs. Isn't that what they do? Although I have left my job, my heart has always stayed at work, hoping to contribute love to the society in my lifetime.

2 1, the leaves are fluttering and the heart is following. Its life is coming to an end. Its life is short, but it is full and interesting.

22. You see, the maple leaves are red, red and bright red, dancing assiduously in the autumn wind, laughing assiduously in the sunset, showing their delicate posture assiduously in people's praise. Looking at the red maple trees, I can't help but think of the poem of the Tang Dynasty poet Du Mu: Frosty leaves are red in February.

23. The fallen leaves fall with the wind, layer by layer, which is a little soft to step on. We picked it up and threw it into the air. It will fly to houses, cars, rivers and so on. In our vision, we see gold everywhere, as if it were embellished.

24. I walked in the maple forest, surrounded by trees. Autumn has come and will pass. What did the autumn wind take away? Miss or happiness? Heartstrings are floating in the wind. There are endless fantasies in my heart, and I still stay in that season in bloom.

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

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.

27. 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.

28. Autumn is long, and leaves fall safely, which is their ultimate destination, and life ends here.

29. The autumn wind gradually rises, and the flying leaves fall 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 behind. Close your eyes, it suddenly occurred to me that falling red is not heartless, but turning into spring mud protects flowers more.

30. Leaves are lonely. He feels lonely in this autumn. He is the main theme of autumn and also symbolizes the acme of everything. Maple leaves are dyed red and ginkgo leaves are falling. I pity him because he can't stand the cold winter and can't accompany me through the world of powder makeup and jade.

3 1, the 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.

32. On the forest path, golden leaves are scattered all over the floor, stepping on autumn leaves all the way. I was moved by unknown poems, and even had an illusion that girls of this age were eager to take risks.

33. When a person walks in the yard and steps into a shade, the rustling under his feet 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 mine.

I picked up some fallen leaves that fell at my feet like elves. I was surprised to find that the fallen leaves in autumn are so colorful. The thick green has not faded, but it has 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.

35. Autumn leaves are so colorful, yellow as gold, green as jade, red as fire and so on. Let the autumn girl look extraordinarily enchanting. A cool breeze blew, and golden leaves, swaying handfuls of small fans, fell from the air as if telling a beautiful fairy tale.

Looking at this yellow leaf, I seem to understand something. In this fleeting time, I suddenly realized how much time I wasted.

37. I looked up and saw a flaming maple forest. That maple leaf is so bright and warm.

38. 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.

39. It is autumn again. I habitually looked up at the sky and saw leaves falling from the sky. I think they should be cheerful, because they will return to the tree in a new form next year. However, I looked down and saw another scene.

40, 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.

Poetry category

1、

I hope you will pick me up, bring a basket of wine and get drunk on the Double Ninth Festival.

When can I bring wine to drink and get drunk on the Double Ninth Festival? )

-Meng Haoran's Autumn Country-specific Mountains to Zhang

2、

Huang Juke gave birth to Han Xiao. Don't let the glass dry in life

(The weather is cold in the morning, and the bloom in Huang Ju is full of branches; Eat, drink and be merry in life, but you can't drink without a drop of wine in an empty glass. )

-Huang Tingjian's Partridge Sky, Sitting with Meishan's History of Hidden Guests.

3、

At this time, I look forward to the white rabbit, and I want to count the autumnal equinox.

Look at the rabbits in the moon palace, leisurely counting the new white hairs in the bright moonlight. )

-Du Fu's Two Poems by jathyapple on August 15th.

4、

Autumn dew in Xiao Ying is a new branch, which does not occupy most of the spring in the garden.

The autumn dew in the evening washed the flowers, and the brilliant flowers occupied all the time. )

-Du Mu's Wei Zihua

5、

Looking at the Cold and Autumn Festival, the ancient road leading to Xianyang has been cut off.

Looking at the desolate autumn festival in Leyuan Scenic Area, the ancient road leading to Xianyang has long been cut off. )

-Li Bai's Qin Yi E Xiao Shengyan

6、

Phoenix withers and willows are sad, and yellow flowers laugh deeply.

The autumn wind withered the green willow leaves, like a girl's wrinkled eyebrows; The frost dew stained the autumn chrysanthemum, like a deep dimple on a girl's face. )

-Yan's "Partridge Day, Nine Days of Sad Autumn"

7、

The water in the pool is like a mirror, reflecting the autumn moon in the night sky, and the moonlight is as bright as snow.

The level in the pool is like a mirror, reflecting a full moon in the night sky, and the moonlight is as bright as snow. )

-Wen's "Lotus Cup, Mirror Water, Autumn Night Moon".

8、

The Qin tree in the emerald remote area of Xiaoshan, the sound of the anvil of the Han Palace news cold Qiu Lai.

In the twilight, the mountains are connected with the shadows of the Qin Dynasty, and the sound of anvil smashing clothes seems to report that the Han Palace has entered autumn. )

-A poem engraved by Han in Youxian Temple.

9、

The mood of food is like lead water, and the west wind blows all night.

There are crystal clear dewdrops in the heart of the green plate, just like the tears of a gold and copper fairy, which were blown down by the west wind overnight. )

-Zhang Yan's "Shu Lotus Leaf"

10、

Cold eyes are empty, and the guest's intentions are endless.

In late autumn, the river is wide, and a cold wind blows, which makes my eyes dry, makes me feel chilly, and makes me a stranger in a different place feel sad in autumn. )

-Yang, "Water Tune Song Head Deng Duo"