Complete Poems on Fallen Leaves

1. The autumn wind is clear, the autumn moon is bright, the fallen leaves gather and disperse, and Western jackdaw in the west is surprised.

2. Autumn is not inevitable sadness, but pleasant cold. Poems praising fallen leaves.

3. Monks don't know the number of Jiazi, and a leaf falls to know the autumn of the world. Tang Zixi's quotations

4. The cold water floats on the shore, and the night insects hold it in order. You can enjoy the wind and get Luoyang Palace.

5. I don't want to go down and say I'm sorry for the fallen leaves. Sikongshu

6. Autumn wind blows the Weihe River and leaves fall all over Chang 'an. Dao Jia

7. When the wind falls, there are no fallen leaves in Xiao Xuan, and caterpillars spit autumn silk relatively.

8. It's very cold in Zhai Jun today, and I suddenly think of my mountain friends. You must collect firewood at Jiandi and cook some poor food when you come back. I want to see you with a bottle of wine, so that you can get some comfort at night. But autumn leaves are full of empty mountains. Where can you find your footprints? Wei's five-character poem "Poem for a Taoist in Chuanjiao Mountain"

9. It's embarrassing to know that you miss each other.

10. Autumn wind blows the Weihe River and leaves fall all over Chang 'an. -Jia Dao.

1 1. Gone with the wind is always different, and when you meet it, you will temporarily rely on it. Whispering in the middle of the night, long and cold. Who bid farewell to a teenager, tears wet his clothes. Han Yu's Leaves for Chen Yu

12. Falling red is not heartless, but turning into spring mud will protect the flowers. gong zizhen

13. Falling red is not heartless, but turning into spring mud will protect the flowers.

14. Autumn wind rises in Bai Yunfei, plants turn yellow, and geese return to the south. Liu Che

15. Leaves in early autumn fall and fall like guests. If you don't want to go down, cherish the old forest. Kong Deshao's Fallen Leaves (Poems by Kong Shaoan)

16. The palaces in the west and south are scattered with evening grass, and red leaves are piled up on the steps, and no one cleans them. Poems praising fallen leaves.

17. Peach and plum trees bloom in the spring wind, and leaves fall to the ground after the autumn rain. Bai Juyi

18. Falling red is not heartless, but turning into spring mud will protect the flowers. -Gong Zizhen

19. Leaves fall like the spray of a waterfall, and I watch the long river always roll forward. -Du Fu

20. In the middle of the night, the wind and bamboo knock on the autumn rhyme, and Chiba hates it. Ouyang Xiu

2 1. Leaves in early autumn fall and fall like guests. Kong Shaoan's fallen leaves

22. The green direction is uneven, and the first red color overlaps. The atrium has just begun to be swept, and three or two leaves surround the tree. Wang Jian's fallen leaves

23. There are willows along the Yangtze River in the west wind, and there are not many leaves left.

24. Rain hits banana leaves and wind blows willow flowers.

25. Leaves fall like the spray of a waterfall, while I watch the long river roll forward. Du Fu

26. The leaves turned red after the rain. Looking back at spring, I believe there is autumn wind. Several places follow the running water, and the river is in chaos. You should only be on your own, not with you. Modify "Leaves"

27. Stop and sit in the maple forest late, and the frost leaves are red in February.

28. Peach and plum trees are in bloom. In the spring wind, after the autumn rain, the leaves fall to the ground. -Bai Juyi

29. Listening to the rain is colder, and opening the door leaves deep.

30. It's too late in autumn, so you can see your neighbors outside the window. Who is surprised in the world, Lin alone sweeps the frequency. Xiao Sao moonlit night, overlapping early frost morning. It was cloudy yesterday, and the sound of singing birds gave the trees a breath of spring. Fallen leaves in Miracle

3 1. There are many leaves in the green court. I know it's autumn.

32. Fa Su, the girl in green is jealous. In cold months, the wind blows and the leaves are dry and red. Fallen leaves in Zhou Wang

33. There are few old Zhongshan trees in autumn, and the dying injuries always belong to grabbing dust. I don't know how cool the breeze is. I only know that King Jinling is angry. Su E leans on the moon with trees, and the girl in green is naked. Hualin is as desolate as a desert, and Wan Li is cold. Qian Hesheng collects fallen leaves from pottery.

34. Dongli Chrysanthemum Wine has passed the autumn wind, leaving only fallen leaves everywhere.

35. Yue's group newly grinds vases and drinks Chu Ci.

36. Leaves fall like the spray of a waterfall, while I watch the long river roll forward.

37. The frost scene urges dangerous leaves, and now the trees are half empty. Depression makes countries different, and scattered travelers are the same.

38. After the snow in Chushu cleared, there was a rustling in the evening wind. Because of the memory of the night of the old country, several plants are empty by the water. Boil the tea and simply burn it, and the moss will turn red. I won't leave here next year, I will see green bushes. Miracle's olfactory lobe

39. The falling leaves gather and disperse, and the west Western jackdaw surprises its habitat.

40. Raindrops illuminate the yellow leaves and lights illuminate my white hair. Sikongshu

4 1. The green pond is full of red flowers, but the fallen leaves still give the least money.

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Beautiful sentences describing autumn leaves:

Leaves draw a perfect arc in the air, playing with his enchanting dance to sum up spring, summer and autumn, like a brown butterfly flying to the earth, lying peacefully in the embrace of the earth, without regret or sadness. Because he lived his life to the fullest, he fell down in winter, and now he is an audience, watching other leaves continue to perform.

Every leaf is full of depression and melancholy, and it is stamped with the mark of death at the moment it falls.

Autumn has arrived, and the joy of autumn is everywhere. Those leaves can finally get rid of the shackles of trees. A breeze blew, and countless leaves shook their bodies eagerly. For example, they are thoroughly remoulded, floating freely in the wind and flying over mountains and streams. Look how happy the autumn scenery is! -

The breeze is gentle and the leaves are flying. You see, the golden leaves are full of autumn dreams. It came, dancing in the drizzle, as if sending a message, as if telling: everything is over, it took away tears and left beauty. The tree is shedding its traces of years and wants to put on new clothes. In order to bid farewell to the past and welcome a better tomorrow, these beautiful leaves will turn into spring mud and make life more brilliant.

The breeze blew, and Ye Er fell from the branches and danced in the air, as if singing like a yellow butterfly. Although the branch has lost the company of the yellow leaves, it looks more energetic and nods frequently in the breeze.

The sky is gray, and from time to time, several geese are calling, and the wind blows down the dying trees mercilessly. Huang sadly fell from the tree and was blown about by the wind. The branches swayed naked in the strong wind and looked depressed. The flowers have almost withered, and only a few poor wild chrysanthemums are still dying.

After a breeze, dead leaves fall in succession, flying with the wind, floating in fields, roofs, streets and ponds, falling from the sky like broken jade hitting the floor. Oh, what beautiful leaves.

The path between the big trees seems to be covered with a yellow carpet. Walking on it is very oblique. Listen carefully to the sound under your feet, like a beautiful tune. Leaves are flying in the air, like a group of girls in beautiful yellow dresses, dancing in the air with exquisite skills, dancing in the air with their beautiful and free dance and autumn wind, which makes people intoxicated with its beauty. Although this is a short moment, it shows the elegance of falling leaves.

Walking on the path, a yellow leaf, with the chilly autumn wind, floated in the air alone, leaving behind a confused mother, like a lost child, drifting aimlessly. The leaf surface has lost its green vitality, because countless windy and rainy days and nights have gradually turned pale yellow and disappeared into the air. It may know that in the autumn when yellow leaves fall, its responsibility has been completed, a tree twice as heavy will take root, and next spring, there will be a new green leaf to replace its mission.

The leaves on the tree, involuntarily falling from the tree, seem to be forced by the wind, fall from the tree, and seem to fall into the abyss, unable to support and control, so the leaves are blown by the wind at will, just like abandoned orphans.

Ye Er is swaying in the air like a butterfly, free and easy; Another example is a ballet dancer with stunts, spinning lightly, looking for the freshness of her life, and finally throwing herself into the arms of Mother Earth, filled with happiness and satisfaction.

In the bloody sunset, old trees and fallen leaves form a beautiful landscape.

A cold wind blew up the dust and dead leaves on the ground. They are blown by the wind and look so helpless. Their strength is too weak. Even if you resist, there is nothing you can do. They had to let the wind dominate their own place, leave the familiar land and be taken to strange countries one by one.

A breeze blew and the fallen leaves began to fly. The fallen leaves are spinning, running and singing, just like elves competing with their sisters to see who can fly higher and dance the most beautiful dance.

The falling maple leaves are as graceful as dancers, dancing their slim figure in the forest, emitting light and heat like the morning sun, burning like fire, and warming the whole autumn.

Leaves fall because trees don't stay, or because the wind is chasing them.

Autumn has come, and pieces of golden leaves fall from the trees, flying, spinning and jumping in the air and on the ground under the wind. Sometimes high and sometimes low, sometimes fast and sometimes slow, and sometimes cheering, as if telling the joy of harvest. At this time, the grass can't resist the temptation, dancing its graceful body, dancing with ease and pleasure, sharing the joy of harvest with the leaves, praising the golden world and welcoming the bright future together.

Falling red is not heartless, but turning into spring mud can protect flowers. Autumn has come, can spring be far behind? The leaves gradually turned golden and gave off a dazzling light. The leaves want to turn yellow as soon as possible. It wants to see the autumn wind. On the tree, a bunch of leaves jumped from the branches, two, three and four. The face of each leaf is painted with beautiful colors. They played, slowly, slowly, and soon landed on the long-awaited tree head. When the wind blows, it flutters again, just like the accompaniment written by the wind, floating and floating. Time is up, and so is their task. They turn themselves into fertilizer and nourish trees. As the season goes by, the green leaves are born again. They are so beautiful and lovely that the yellow leaves bear witness to their greatness.

It fell one by one, like a fish scale, scraping off the fish, yellow and without rain.

Leaves rise and fall, as if reluctant to part with his mother, but the ruthless wind scattered them and I don't know where to take him.

It was a cloudy day, and there were hateful clouds floating in the gloomy sky. Huang's sadness and coolness fell from the tree, like a child who left his mother's arms, like a wanderer who left his motherland. Tears in the sky fell on people's heads, like a child's crying, crying in his mother's heart.

The wind messenger happily flapped his wings and spread the news of Miss Qiu's future visit all over the earth. It boils on the earth. The girls were busy dressing up, and some people dressed themselves in yellow coats. The rice fields are yellower, and everyone is dressed in yellow. Miss Apple and Miss Pear held back their laughter and their faces were swollen. The sky chose a gray silk scarf for itself. Miss Qiu finally came. She sprinkled golden yellow on the willow tree.

Autumn has come, and the fallen leaves are spinning and dancing in the air. With the arrival of autumn, it can be independent, can float freely in the autumn wind, and can find its own home happily. Leaves floating in the air, saw the farmers' harvest, golden rice fields, fruitful orchards, it floated up, tired, and fell under the trees. At this time, spring came, and it finally found a home, a home of its own. Turn into spring mud to protect flowers and leaves, protect homes and live a happy life.

Unconsciously, autumn has come, and the cold and bleak autumn wind is blowing violently. Those weak leaves, those falling leaves, left their mothers in the cold and bleak autumn wind, and I don't know where the leaves drifted with the wind. At this time, the fallen leaves are really eager to find a friend, but autumn has taken everything away and the fallen leaves are desperate. It floats on a river, drifting on the water with cold water, and I don't know what it will encounter-

The sun shines slowly on the earth. You see, under the sunshine, the golden leaves are slightly glowing, just like a person's gold, which makes people laugh. Under the breeze, one leaf after another is falling, and they all swing gracefully, just like a fairy descending from the earth, making you stare at it. It is colorful.

The dark sky was covered by several dark clouds, the wind roared, the leaves trembled, and the weak body struggled in the wind, sometimes falling heavily and sometimes being swept into the air.

The fallen leaves all over the sky lament the decline of life.

Autumn, the wind, the trees in the yard, swaying in the wind, a heart-shaped Ye Er spinning, dancing gently in the melody composed of autumn wind and sunset, floating to my side, twisting the beautiful dance. I couldn't help getting up and holding it in my hand. This lovely yellow Ye Er is trembling gently, shining golden light in the afterglow of the sunset-

It's windy again, and the trees are playing sad songs, just like my mood, helpless and helpless. I leaned feebly under the tree and sat quietly, thinking that my three-year junior high school life was coming to an end and I was going to leave my good classmates who had been together for three years. Ye Er flew and circled for a long time because he didn't want to leave the tree, but he just, just couldn't go back to heaven. Leaves can only float around in the wind. Ye Er and I are so lonely and helpless. Night began to cover the earth, so I got up and went home. The wind is still blowing in my hair. It seems that Ye Er won't give up on me. All good things must come to an end. I am determined to go forward and never look back.

The wind blows gently, and the leaves of Chengcheng Huang rush into the arms of Mother Earth, paving a avenue of stars for nature. Under the sunshine, they are shining brightly, and they are not panicked because they are about to die. They think more about turning it into fertile fertilizer to nourish the flowers in the spring next year, and birds are standing on the branches and singing happily, as if it were a fairy tale that brought us into autumn.

The wind blew away the last hair and bare branches on the tree, just like an old man in his twilight years. Dead leaves and branches are like a mother and son. The birds can't bear to witness such a tragedy and fly away. Meanwhile, squirrels are collecting acorns to prepare for the cold winter. No one seems to like autumn, because it implies that a more difficult winter is coming.

Early in the morning, walking in the forest, the opposite wind blows on my face, so cool, the sky is so blue and beautiful. The leaves are also swaying under the wind, but they are lively and energetic. Some leaves are more fun, and you can't play enough on trees. They also asked Xifeng to dance with them. Some of them roll happily on the ground, and some dance in the air, completely ignoring the existence of others. They are free and crazy.

Autumn is coming, dusk is approaching, a breeze is blowing, and the maple leaves under the trees are fluttering with the wind. The fiery maple leaf danced with the wind, as if it were a peerless beauty, playing in that comedy. Sometimes they are whispering there, and sometimes they are flapping butterflies; Sometimes we dance together. They look beautiful at dusk.

A gust of autumn wind is blowing, trees are waving, flowers are smiling, the earth is shaking, and everything seems to have entered a happy festival. When I walked through the land blown by the autumn wind, it was as refreshing as my mother stroking her tender face, and my heart was so warm and cheerful. The fallen leaves float gently, just like a graceful princess flying gently in the wind, and are painted golden yellow between the sky and the ground, so that farmers can feel the joy of harvest. Autumn leaves, like architects, created a magnificent palace.

The autumn wind blows hard, like a merciless whip at the heart of the Tatar tree. It is so desolate and sad. Huang sadly fell from the tree, like a dying patient, unable to lift his head. The cold autumn wind and the heavy tears on the fallen leaves look like a scene of decay and impermanence.

A beautiful poem about autumn leaves:

1, autumn night in the mountains, Tang

The empty mountains are bathed in a new rain, and feel the early autumn at night. The bright moon shed clear light from the cracks and cleared the fountain on the rocks.

The bamboo forest is sonorous, the washerwoman returns, and the lotus leaves are swaying to get on the canoe. Spring spring might as well give it a rest, and the autumn sun can stay on the hills for a long time.

2. Celebration of "Qiu Deng Wu Jiangjun Tai Temple View"

Gutai is always homesick in autumn. There are few people in the wild temple, and Yunfeng is separated by water depth.

The sunset clings to the old city, and the clear sound echoes in the empty forest. Southern dynasties, what's left? , today alone in the Yangtze River.

3, "Autumn Night" Tang

At the beginning of the month, the moon rises, the autumn tea is thin, and the thin silk gown does not change clothes.

The long night is full of affectionate silver, guarding the empty room with fear and jealousy, and can't bear to sleep.

4, "Midnight Qiu Ge" Tang Libai

There is moonlight in Chang 'an, and all the families in Yi Dao are there.

The autumn wind blew Yi Dao's voice, and every household remembered the people guarding the border.

When will the border war be settled and when will my husband end his expedition?

5, "Qiu Deng Xuancheng Xie Tiao North Building" Tang Libai

In the picturesque river, the mountains and rivers are beautiful and the sky is clear. The rain caught the mirror and the rainbow fell on the double bridge.

Orange forest pomelo is set off in the cold smoke of kitchen smoke; Autumn is boundless, and the phoenix tree has become old. Besides me, who will think of the North Tower and welcome the autumn wind, Miss Xie?

6, "Jiande Night Sleeping" Tang Meng Haoran

Stop the boat in a foggy small state, when new worries come to the guest's heart. The vastness of the wilderness is deeper than trees, and the moon is very close to the moon.

7. On Zhang's Autumn of Awesome Climbing Country-specific Mountains.

Facing the white Yun Qi Fu Feifei on the mountain ridge, I can enjoy myself as a hermit. Now, when I climb this mountain to see you, my heart flies high with the geese.

Sadness is often the mood of dusk, and the mood is often the atmosphere of autumn. Tourists come to the village on the mountain, walk across the beach, sit at the ferry and have a rest.

The forest in the distance is like a shepherd's purse, overlooking the river bank like a crescent moon. I hope you will pick me up, bring a basket of wine and get drunk on the Double Ninth Festival.

8. "Autumn Night" Tang Du Mu

In the autumn night, candlelight reflected the screen, and Fan slapped the fireflies with his hand.

Day and night are as cool as water. Sit and watch the morning glory and Vega.

9. "Ascending the Mountain" Tang Du Fu

The wind is fast and high, the ape cries sadly, and the birds are circling in the white sand.

The endless trees are rustling leaves, and the Yangtze River is rolling unpredictably.

Li in the sad autumn scenery, a wanderer all the year round, lives alone on the high platform in today's illness.

After all the hardships and hatred, the white hair is full, and the wine glasses are damaged.

10, Mid-Autumn Moon Song Sushi

The twilight clouds are cold, and the silver-haired people silently turn to the tracts.

If you don't meet a good night in this life, where will you see the bright moon next year?

1 1, Mid-Autumn Moon Tang Bai Juyi

Wan Li's beauty is incredible, adding sorrow, benefiting and hating to travel around the world.

Who is stationed outside Gansu for a long time? Where is the new parting before the court?

After falling out of favor, Ji returned to the hospital that night, but when the veteran went upstairs.

According to how many people are heartbroken, Jade Rabbit and Silver Toad are far from knowing.

12 "Chang 'an Watching Autumn" Tang Du Mu

The tower stands tall, standing on an autumn tree; The sky is clear and transparent, like a mirror with Xi's dust on it.

The sky in the south and the colors in autumn are in full swing.

13, Biography of Autumn Wind, Yuxi, Liu Tang

Where is the autumn wind? Xiao Xiao sent the goose.

When the morning light enters the courtyard, lonely guests smell it first.

14, Autumn Ci, Yuxi, Liu Tang

Autumn has been sad and lonely since ancient times. I say autumn is better than spring.

A crane in the clear sky rows clouds, bringing poetry to the blue night.

15, autumn, Tang

Come back to the alley. Who's talking?

There are few pedestrians in the ancient road, and the autumn wind moves the millet.

16, Tang Zhangji, Qiu Si

The annual autumn wind blows to Luoyang city, and my wandering son doesn't know how his relatives in his hometown are; Writing a letter to peace has too much to say and I don't know where to start.

When the letter is written, I am worried that I have not finished what I want to say; When the messenger started, he opened the envelope and gave it to him.

17 "Autumn Night on Country-specific Mountains Qiu Lai Zhang" Haoran

Facing the white Yun Qi Fu Feifei on the mountain ridge, I can enjoy myself as a hermit. Try to climb the other side of the mountain and your heart will fly away.

Sadness is often the mood of dusk, and the mood is often the atmosphere of autumn. Tourists come to the village on the mountain, walk across the beach, sit at the ferry and have a rest.

There are trees on the horizon like a row of grass and rivers like a moon. I hope you will pick me up, bring a basket of wine and get drunk on the Double Ninth Festival.

18, Su Muzhe Song Fan Zhongyan

Blue sky, yellow leaves, autumn colors, cold smoke, green waves.

The mountain reflects the setting sun and the sky meets the water, and the grass is ruthless, even outside the setting sun.

Dark homesickness, chasing travel, every night unless, good dreams make people sleep.

The bright moon tower is lonely, and the wine turns into sorrow and tears.

19, the pride of the fisherman Song Fan Zhongyan

The scenery in Qiu Lai is different, and Hengyang Goose is unknown.

The four sides are connected with each other.

Thousands of miles away, the long smoke closes.

A glass of turbid wine is Wan Li's home, but Ran Yan hasn't come home yet.

The pipe strength is covered with frost.

People don't sleep, and the general has white hair and tears.

20. "Eye-catching" Song Luyou

On the evening of July 16, climb the Happy Pavilion and see Nanshan in Chang 'an.

Autumn came to the border town, the sound of the horn sounded, and the peaceful bonfire lit the bonfire. Sad songs hit the floor and lean on high wine. This is leisure!

Who can push away all the layers of twilight like the amorous Nanshan bright moon? The smoke from the kitchen near Baqiao Bridge and the beautiful scenery near Qujiang should stand in the moonlight, waiting for our army to recover lost ground and win.

Sentences about fallen leaves

In spring, young leaves are blooming. 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.

The fallen leaves hurried by. 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.

Fallen leaves float to the invisible world and fall into 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.

Leaves fall like a song, and they finish their journey bit by bit, but they will eventually turn to dust.

The leaves on the tree turned yellow, and the fallen leaves danced up and down like golden birds.

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

These fallen leaves are like colorful petals scattered by fairies.

Yellow leaves, piece by piece, float gently on the water, like countless boats, slowly swing away with the wind.

The leaves on the tree turned yellow, and the fallen leaves danced up and down like golden birds.

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

These fallen leaves are like colorful petals scattered by fairies.

Fallen leaves, some like boats sailing in the wind, some like acrobats tumbling down, and some like hovering gliders.

Yellow leaves, piece by piece, float gently on the water, like countless boats, slowly swing away with the wind.

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.

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 trees stand gloomy and brown moss covers its wrinkles. Ruthless autumn stripped them of their beautiful clothes, and they had to wither and stand there bald.

Mature adzuki beans, some like agate, some like pearls are covered with branches, and the dense green leaves form a small umbrella, which is really lovable!

The leaves on the tree turned yellow, and the fallen leaves danced up and down like golden birds.

The endless trees are rustling leaves, and the Yangtze River is rolling unpredictably.

Poems describing the beauty and sadness of autumn leaves

Leaves fall in early autumn, such as guests.

Autumn wind blows gently, and Dongting waves under the leaves.

In cold months, the wind blows and the leaves are dry and red.

The frost scene urges dangerous leaves, and now the trees are half empty.

In the middle of the night, the wind and bamboo knock on the autumn rhyme, and Chiba hates it.

Grass is low, golden city is foggy, and Yumen is under the wind.

After the Chushu snow cleared, there was a rustling in the evening wind. Because of the memory of the night of the old country, several plants are empty by the water.

The abandoned village has seen the sun again and fallen leaves are falling.

I quit my job and go home, just like a flower falling from a branch, but this is not a heartless thing. It can be turned into the soil of spring and can also play a role in nurturing the next generation.

Under the rustling Lin Qiu, a leaf was suddenly appointed.

Don't say anything, shake it down, shake it down from here.

Autumn wind rises in Weihe River, and leaves fall all over Chang 'an.

Autumn wind rises in Bai Yunfei, the plants are yellow, and the geese return to the south.

Autumn sounds of trees, mountains and mountains, cool colors.

Ran Ran is full of soft stripes and leaves are falling.

After the Chushu snow cleared, there was a rustling in the evening wind. Because of the memory of the night of the old country, several plants are empty by the water.

Boil the tea and simply burn it, and the moss will turn red. I won't leave here next year, I will see green bushes.

The leaves are red after the rain. Looking back at spring, I believe there is autumn wind.

Leaves in early autumn fall and fall like guests. If you don't want to go down, cherish the old forest.

The autumn wind is bleak, the weather is cool, and the vegetation is shaken and exposed to frost.

It is leafy to open a courtyard, and it is sad to know that autumn is coming.

Trees are all autumn colors, and mountains are only sparkling.

Bleak and bleak, the vegetation shakes and weakens. If Li Xi is on a long trip, he will go home when he climbs the mountain near the water.

Cold bug? Leaves are falling.

The endless trees are rustling leaves, and the Yangtze River is rolling unpredictably.

The fallen leaves gather and scatter, and the birds don't return.

Autumn wind rises in Weihe River, and leaves fall all over Chang 'an.

It's too late in autumn, so you can see your neighbors outside the window. Who is surprised in the world, Lin alone sweeps the frequency.

The fallen leaves do not rest, and the residual crown does not return. Floating? In the end, I was different, temporarily dependent.

The stream of the river has been flowing for less than a day, and white stones are exposed on the riverbed. The weather is getting colder and the red leaves on the branches are becoming scarce.

Under the pavilion, under the leaves, autumn clouds begin to fly.

The palaces in the west and south are scattered with evening grass, and the steps are piled with red leaves that are not swept.

Blue sky, yellow leaves, autumn colors, cold smoke, green waves.

The green pools are all red, but the leaves still have the smallest money.