Words describing the cold weather in autumn

Look, a fallen leaf renders autumn colors;

A season has passed.

A maple red, a leaf falling, swaying bleak; A drop of autumn dew and a wisp of autumn wind covered my heart and arranged a glimpse of loneliness.

Cold autumn, cold morning, cold frost, cold leaves; Warm feelings, warm feelings, warm people and warm years. Because I know everything is beautiful; Because of existence, warmth follows.

End a cup of chrysanthemum wine, write a piece of maple leaf sorrow, and drink a cup of lonely red autumn. Sitting alone in this lonely autumn!

Flowers will not bloom in the coming year because of your alienation; People will become strangers because of your disappearance.

Even if the water is empty, the old days can still be charming. Even if the years are hazy and the world is far away, you can still find the traces left by those years.

Many things are like the weather, hot and cold, and it's already a season when you realize it.

Sit and watch the autumn colors, stare at a pool of autumn water, look at the red leaves in Nanshan, look up at the clouds and clouds, the shadows of mountains, clouds, trees and water overlap, and the pure and dust-free autumn colors gradually rise in my heart.

Some stories, except memories, no one will stay; Some helpless, in addition to silence, no one will say; There are some things that no one will understand except yourself.

Life is like running water, and those unpleasant things will always pass. Only after being displaced from place to place can we reconfirm the traces left by time in our hearts.

Who's listening, rather picky beauty? Missing, like fallen leaves in autumn, falls to the ground and hurts.

Autumn wind turns the green in summer yellow, takes away the yellow leaves and brings new life. Autumn comes to Qiu Lai, the seasons change, and life cycles. I am eager to communicate with my heart and recall the lost memories. Alas ... this sentimental autumn!

Bloom's meditation is like a dream. Time flies and elegant flowers bloom on the tree of time. Time has left a deep-rooted mark on the heart of time, and they met quietly.

Look at this landscape of memory, surrounded by clouds. A stream, a few birds are singing, and many bloom flowers are falling. Finally, I want to say that things are different, but they are still fireworks in the mirror, and the years have gone. ...

A piece of fallen leaves, a piece of injury; Fragments of maple leaves, fragments of love. Maple leaves, dyed red in autumn. A flower and a world, a leaf and a Buddha, life is only once after all.

Autumn leaves, deep and shallow, mottled. Just like human memory: shallow and deep, dribs and drabs. Want to forget, can't forget; I want to give up, but I can't bear it.

That life-long love is a long-term yearning, how cold and desolate it is, how much moss overflows, how much misty rain turns into, and how much ordinary love blows away!

Whose words are abandoned by fallen leaves, whose yearning mood is swept away by the autumn wind. Who are you going to go with this fall? Who is your memory of this season?

Only with a peaceful mind can we find unexpected beauty.

Flowers are born in our hands, and the veins of every leaf have miracles, recording the trajectory of our lives. Some leaves fall and wither, others grow again, and maybe people do the same.