autumn wind

Emotional choice 1:

autumn wind

Autumn wind is like 1 thin and long braids. It is cool and gentle, quietly, quietly, while you are not paying attention, it sweeps away the summer heat. Concise and lively, write the characteristics of autumn wind and point out that autumn is different from summer. )

Autumn wind is like a box of colorful pigments. It gives the apple red, and the red apple is like the fiery red sun in the sky. It gives oranges to oranges. Oranges are like table tennis. It gives pears yellow, and yellow pears are like gourds. I used metaphor and personification to write the colors of various fruits and the harvest scenes in autumn. )

Autumn wind is like a seasoning box. It brings sweetness to apples, pineapples and bananas. It brings sour taste to oranges, oranges and green grapes. Write the taste of various fruits in autumn by metaphor and personification. )

Autumn wind is like a pair of scissors Cut and cut, accidentally cut the baby leaves. The baby leaves slowly turned golden yellow. Baby leaves follow Brother Feng, fluttering, flying in the sky, fluttering, and falling to the ground. Tired, lying on the ground and chatting with mother tree. (Fallen leaves are a typical scenery in autumn. Write down their colors and changes by metaphor and personification. )

The autumn wind is like a telegram. After reading the telegram, the swallow said goodbye to other small animals and flew to the south. The little squirrel, the little white rabbit and the little ant read the telegram and looked for food for the winter. Frog, bear and snake read the telegram, so they stepped up their digging and prepared to sleep comfortably for a winter! Anthropomorphically describe the activities of animals in this season. )

Autumn wind is really colorful!

Emotional choice 2:

Autumn wind, autumn rain, autumn leaves

Editor's note autumn wind, slightly; Autumn rain, Didi; Autumn leaves are fluttering. No one can show beauty alone. They express a kind of overall beauty and a kind of harmonious beauty. Without wind, rain can't fly and leaves can't dance; Without rain, the wind will not be wet and the leaves will not be ashamed; Without leaves, the wind looks monotonous and the rain looks boring. Only by combining them skillfully can we form a beautiful painting, that is, autumn.

At midnight, outside the window, the autumn rain is falling, cold and clear, just like an elf falling into the dust, dancing and singing lightly, but ethereal. Beginning of autumn has passed. Some time ago, the autumn tiger was fearless, and the hot and humid temperature made people uncomfortable. I am looking forward to the arrival of a cool autumn wind, which will sweep away the heat wave that enveloped me. Finally arrived, the autumn wind blew, and a cool feeling came to my face, standing outside to enjoy the long-lost coolness. Bathed in the autumn wind, I suddenly felt a sense of intimacy from the bottom of my heart. When the autumn wind blows, the coolness suddenly rises. I couldn't help making a cup of hot tea, quietly watching the leaves slowly stretch their posture in the smoke, smelling the faint fragrance of tea and sipping gently. The heat flow dispelled the coolness, but my thoughts became more and more dense with the rain. (the most classic sentence)

Autumn night, the most is Qiu Si. Raindrops illuminate the yellow leaves, and lights illuminate my white hair. As time went on, things changed. The season remains the same, but things have changed. Listening to the whispers of autumn rain, it's like you whisper to me about the future: holding hands and watching the clouds rolling in the sky; Enjoy tea by the fence and enjoy the tranquility of the country; Walking at dusk, laughing at life; All this, laughing, listening, thinking and thinking, came into my dream. This is the tranquility and indifference that I have been longing for and pursuing, and I am free from the world. In this beautiful season, we once met and fell in love, this affectionate late autumn, tender late autumn, charming late autumn, colorful late autumn and poetic late autumn. Always stay in my heart forever memory, warm and sweet. Even if "the phoenix tree is raining, the dusk is a little bit", I don't think the autumn night is long and Qiu Lai is cool. What an unforgettable time, this season has come again, and I am still there, waiting for the charming autumn. I interweave all my dreams and indulge in them ... look, the autumn wind blows, the green fades, the flowers fade quietly, the grass withers silently, and the leaves float helplessly. The autumn wind blew, bringing depression and desolation to the earth, and everything withered. In a word, autumn always brings endless troubles and sorrows.

An autumn wind is cool and blowing. What fascinates me is that the past is gone forever. Although I know that the green will come back, the flowers will bloom again, the grass will sprout again and the trees will still be lush, I can't go back at that moment, and what I lost will be lost forever. What remains in my heart is deep helplessness and guilt about the past. Unfortunately, nothing can be done again. If it can be repeated, the ego may do better and never let too many flaws exist. Guilt is why I always know that there are so many imperfections after I have experienced them, all of which are permanent defects caused by willfulness.

Autumn seems to be a sad season. Can people be happy when they watch everything wither? Now, bathed in the autumn wind, I have a different feeling. Although the autumn wind makes everything depressed and withered, the ruthlessness of the autumn wind is to let everything unload the burden, return the lead flower, accumulate new nutrients again, and give birth to strength again for the fragrance of the coming year. Although the autumn wind is ruthless, it uses its ruthlessness to clean up a lot of filth in the world. Autumn wind is like a private cleaner, cleaning the earth once a year with its magical power. Autumn wind not only brings depression to everything, but also brings high spirits to the world, and the blue sky brings infinite reverie. The autumn wind has filled many literati with thoughts and talents, and countless poems and articles were born in the bleak autumn colors. As Liu Yuxi, a poet in the Tang Dynasty, said in "Autumn Ci": "Autumn has been sad and lonely since ancient times, and I say autumn is not as good as spring." Like the blue of the deep sea, the affectionate eyes dance with the wind, which makes me intoxicated. The glory of the setting sun penetrates time and space and falls on people's shoulders. There is no one in the clear sky in Wan Li, and a crane, Ling Yunfei, has aroused my meditation on the blue sky.

Autumn is a season of sadness, but it is also a season to inspire people's poetry. Maybe the world is so wonderful. Great and brilliant things always come from sad and lonely times. It seems that when people are depressed, they can generate whimsy and stimulate potential energy. It seems that our acquaintance was yesterday, so short. Don't! We have known each other for a century, which is a long time. Maybe life is like this, just too many dreams and colorful scenery along the way. Despite the passage of time, those perfect memories are not blurred. Your tenderness warms my heart and you are getting closer and closer to me. All my dreams became within reach, planned and sweet, and I began to do what I was doing with peace of mind. Autumn wind, the coolness brought by the long-lost autumn wind, brings so many reverie. Perhaps it was the first time I felt the autumn wind this fall that I felt this way. But in any case, the autumn wind is everywhere, which means that another harvest season has arrived. Regardless of the autumn wind, at least it's time for us to harvest again. Let's take a careful inventory of our harvest in the autumn wind and prepare for the coming year. Don't let next year have this year's regrets and guilt. Anyway, autumn is the harvest season, so we should all be happy.

Look at the meticulous autumn rain, just like an old man who has experienced many vicissitudes. Experienced too many vigorous things, he knew that plain is the most important thing in the world. All the honors, auras, achievements ... are only temporary. No matter who you are, you can't stay at the top forever. There is always a time to sit at the foot of the mountain and rest.

The night is very quiet, listening to the sound of wind and rain, and Black Boy's "Reluctance", listening to it again and again, drinking a glass of red wine, the night is even more blurred. Is it cold, disappointed or bleak? Autumn rain is so soft that I can't help reaching out to hold this empty fairy, but she slaps my fingers as if playing an unpleasant voice in the world. She slipped through my fingers, unpredictable, and I couldn't help but immerse myself in the thoughts of "cutting chaos".

Outside the window, it is raining softly ... This autumn rain is clearly dew sown by heaven, nourishing green trees and red flowers and washing away all life ... Banana and maple leaves under the window sill are knocked down by autumn rain, lingering and crying. Listening to the dripping rain under the eaves outside the window, a lingering emotion rises slowly from my heart like the continuous autumn rain outside the window, and an impulse to watch the rain suddenly strikes, "Watch the rain!" At night in the city, the lights are intertwined, and the drizzle shines under the lights. Standing in the rain, the continuous rain is sprinkled on the face, and the cool feeling makes people feel more cordial. Autumn rain, like autumn's temper, with its unique agility, calmness, calmness and unhurriedness, makes everything unconsciously eclipsed and put to rest. It is precisely because even the best drama has a curtain call, so the glory is always instantaneous. The continuous autumn rain slowly moistens the earth with its gentle personality, and sends the last rain and dew to everything that is about to be harvested. It is precisely because of the autumn rain that a mature life does not need wind and rain. The rain is sudden, and the sound is generous and violent, such as hundreds of horses singing together and thousands of Ma Benteng. The sound of rain slowed down, and its voice was weak, and it gently penetrated into my heart, and the hearts of those who listened to the sound of rain were filled with endless affection. Looking at the water on the ground, layers of bright spots sparkle under the autumn wind. Suddenly I feel so cold in this late autumn that I can't help shivering. The autumn rain is falling, and I seem to have walked into the dreamland of rain curtain after scene. Everything looks unreal and real, vague and vivid, looming in the beautiful scenery, and everything in front of us is like a gentle dream, which makes everything beautiful.

Freehand brushwork in the rain

Standing in the rain and looking up at the sky, the misty night sky is unfathomable, bathed in the coolness and comfort brought by autumn rain, and a deep sense of relief arises spontaneously. Autumn rain, life, life, autumn rain. How much life needs the flexibility, calmness and calmness of autumn rain. If our life is more lingering, more calm, more flexible and more calm, how much joy and laughter will be added to our life. The reason why we have so many troubles and troubles in life is precisely because we are sometimes too impatient and eager for quick success. Although autumn rain will bring us a lot of sadness, it will always make us feel a lot of sadness, a lot of feelings about life, life and the universe. Standing in the rain, feeling the coolness of late autumn, a restless heart gradually returns to calm and ease. Autumn, autumn rain, success, harvest, autumn is always associated with harvest, autumn is a harvest season. In the harvest season, is the continuous autumn rain specially arranged by God for the world, which reminds people of the past days in the harvest season, whether it is sadness or pleasure, it is an induction to the past years. People, like other things, have evolved in constant reflection. Autumn rain is lingering to remind people not to forget the past. Autumn wind, autumn rain and autumn are always a memorable season. Watching everything gradually fall apart, watching the green leaves turn yellow, watching the flowers wither helplessly in the autumn wind and autumn rain, the years are ruthless, and the heavy sense of loss that time is gone forever always surges in my heart, and the feeling that life is short arises spontaneously, just like missing.

Like the tide, the waves are getting higher and higher, beating the heart constantly, and the brush won't go away, and the reason is still chaotic. Looking back on my life in the past few decades, suddenly, if my life really has a hundred years, more than two-thirds of my life rings have passed, and an unspeakable bitterness has imprisoned me. The past is gone forever. Nowadays, carefree childhood and surging youth can only be enjoyed as a memory. In memory, there are few pleasures that can make you laugh uncontrollably. The past has become history and is sealed in memory forever. In this autumn, the autumn wind and autumn rain reminded me of my endless thoughts, crossed the tunnel of time, and gave me a detailed aftertaste of my past life. Although we always recall in the process of life, we just look for the perfect thing in memory for too many aftertaste. The biggest shortcoming of human beings is that they can't dissect themselves and can't see their shortcomings and deficiencies. People seldom learn and understand self-dissection. (Buddhist classic quotations)

Autumn, Qiu Si. In this harvest season, the thick Qiu Si permeates my heart, missing my dear mother, father and brother who died unfortunately, missing every footprint left in my hometown when I was a child, missing the warm, furry cow back, and missing the voice of my mother standing outside the door calling me home for dinner. Too much time in my life is spent quietly in nostalgia for the past. In this season of falling leaves, every leaf can evoke a bitter or happy memory, and life may grow and mature slowly in constant memories and thoughts! Missing is a good medicine for life to heal itself. People will slowly heal the pain left by years in endless thoughts, so as to start a new life happily.

Autumn is perfect, and we always have one idea or another to deal with the upcoming harvest. These ideas are linked together and form our lingering thoughts. Autumn is crisp. While we are watching the geese fly to the south neatly, we are planning what we can harvest in the coming year. If autumn is the harvest season, it is a little more worrying than harvest, that is, worrying about the past and the future. It may be more appropriate to compare autumn to the season of thinking, because autumn can make people think a lot, and Qiu Si, like continuous autumn rain, will never be forgotten.

Suddenly I remembered Lin Daiyu's poem "Stay in the lotus and listen to the rain". She cried tears for her feelings and was heartbroken for her marriage. How can her sad and sickly body not be the desolation of "Leng Yue's buried flower soul" ... Think again about the sadness and loneliness of Li Qingzhao's "old weather and old clothes, feeling only like her hometown" ... Autumn rain is still sitting in front of the computer, tapping on the keyboard, recording the life sentiment brought by autumn rain. Although it is nonsense, autumn rain does bring people a different kind of thinking. I hope that the autumn rain will not only arouse all kinds of melancholy, but also inspire people's lives with more inspiration. Autumn rain gave the last growth energy to everything that was about to be harvested. Autumn rain is not always synonymous with sadness. Let's give autumn rain more new ideas and sing some praises for it.

Yes! Autumn wind, autumn rain and autumn leaves. No one can show beauty alone. They express a kind of overall beauty and a kind of harmonious beauty. Without wind, rain can't fly and leaves can't dance; Without rain, the wind will not be wet and the leaves will not be ashamed; Without leaves, the wind looks monotonous and the rain looks boring. Only by combining them skillfully can we form a beautiful painting and a beautiful poem-autumn. Nature endows flowers and birds in spring, prosperity in summer and beautiful snow scene in winter. Of course, we will not forget to give autumn. So, she gave autumn mystery and beauty. It seems that nature does not favor anyone.

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What kind of realm is "the breeze is Xu Lai, and the water waves are stagnant"? Where the autumn wind blows, the leaves will make a rustling sound, which is very nice. When the wind is strong, yellow leaves will break free from the shackles of trees and dance with the wind, just like a beautiful yellow butterfly, singing and dancing with the accompaniment of the wind. I don't regret the sincerity and expectation that melted in late autumn again and again. When we haven't had time to savor the ups and downs, we quietly embarked on the road of seclusion. Autumn rain beat on the glass window, making a crisp and pleasant tick. One drop, two drops, three drops. One, two, three. The voice is very nice, dripping into a gentle and lingering melody ... At this time, just three or two people walked through the falling yellow leaves. Isn't this a beautiful picture? But it is so fleeting, like a flash in the pan. It disappeared before I could appreciate it carefully. I regret this short-lived beauty, and I regret the fortitude of autumn leaves. It tried so hard to get rid of the shackles of the big tree, but didn't know that the leaves would eventually return to the roots? For such a short freedom, is it worth burying yourself in deep roots forever? But I think, maybe this is the spirit of autumn leaves. Their real purpose of getting rid of the shackles of big trees may not be freedom at that moment, but finally injecting themselves into the roots so that the big trees can have sufficient nutrients in the cold winter. New and stronger leaves will grow on the branches next spring. Aren't those new leaves exactly what they were? Thinking of this, I am proud of autumn leaves. I didn't expect them to have "sustainable development"

I thought, it's incredible. Perhaps it is given by mysterious nature.

Spring breeze makes people sleepy; The summer wind makes people feel sultry and uncomfortable; The wind in winter makes people feel cold and biting. Only the autumn wind makes people feel refreshed, neither sultry nor cold, but also makes people awake a lot. I simply doubt that autumn wind has a refreshing effect, coupled with the coolness of autumn rain, this is the best medicine primer and a rare "natural herb". Autumn wind and autumn rain may be the most perfect couple in the world. Autumn wind blows autumn rain, accompanied by autumn wind. They can make everything in the world reflect crystal luster and autumn elegance. Maybe they can trim out a beautiful autumn picture. Looking at their figures, I can't help feeling that autumn wind blows and autumn rain flies; Autumn wind sends cool, autumn rain sends cool.

I also learned a truth from it: people have similar talents. If you want to surpass others and achieve extraordinary achievements, I'm afraid you have to go through extraordinary hardships. Autumn, let me appreciate its beauty, but also let me understand some truth.

Autumn is really fruitful. I hope our work is as fruitful as autumn! (meaningful screen name)

Emotional choice 3:

Autumn wind blows from autumn in previous years.

When autumn passed September, I turned over a book repeatedly in the breeze in September.

Mu Xin said: "Autumn winds are all blown in the autumn of previous years." Last autumn, how high was the sky, how light was the cloud and how soft was the wind? What about the autumn before last? Is it like those autumn days before the Millennium?

I don't know and I don't want to know. Every period, people will have the mood belonging to this particular period. On the blog, Sheng Mao, a teacher with low self-esteem, said, "For a long time, among my brothers and sisters coming and going, I have been used to silence. Some people live by silence, while others live by the spark of inspiration from generate in communication. There is nothing wrong with this, but it is difficult for me to collide with the spark of inspiration in my communication with my brothers and sisters. "

I totally agree. I want to come, I must be an autumn tree, too. It is my destiny to stand in the way of happiness, one branch and one leaf, without ripples, only happiness, which is my yearning.

I remember seeing this sentence in the rain: I miss your tree standing in time, and its branches are silent because of too many worries. Whether you are happy or silent, I have lost my light and found peace. After watching the mask, I laughed at nothing. At a great age, we have a strong enough heart. In the autumn of life, we can't bear to lose time for peace. Time is what we want, so is peace. Greed like me is rare.

How many times, I sat in the sunshine in September and imagined how mysterious the wind blowing from the prosperous Tang Dynasty was and how charming Chang 'e was under the golden laurel. Sometimes I feel like a fairy with long hair and white clothes when I think about it. It comes naturally and floats far away. Suddenly, it's like waking up from a dream. When I was addicted to money, I went from ancient autumn to modern times. On a strange and confused night, I couldn't find my way or my place in Shanghai. Ten miles of foreign exchange, the decadent voice of the swaying golden voice. Until I met your eyes in the dance music of Paramount and the figure in my arms.

Dressed in a long gown, it is very incongruous with this scene, with a quiet face and a smile, just like Rita holding a goose in Leonardo da Vinci's pen. Oh, my God, that's the smile. That smile went through the noise and reached my soul. In an instant, my castle fell ... like a long dream. When I wake up, I'm not the one who loves autumn, and I don't know where I went. The red, purple, green and Huang Dou all over the mountains turned into brushes, smeared on my white canvas of life, and the letters I wrote and the people I read appeared and disappeared in front of me. The wind that blew last autumn linked this autumn with that autumn. The past is hidden behind the wind, reaching out and tapping on the heart, passing a breeze and a ray of bright sunshine. And I, sitting in a large area of Qiu Li, still quietly closed my eyes and spread out my hands.

No longer ask what pleasure is, because my ego is pleasure. In this way, all the way forward, all the way to write, write for the beauty of all things in the world, write for the joy of the heart, always carve your own scratches on the rock, even if the traces are only in your heart.