Sentences describing autumn night scenery

The weather is always sunny, and there is not a cloud in the blue sky. I often look up and think that the grassland sky written by Lao She is like this-the sky is so high and so blue. Looking at it, I feel suddenly enlightened. Occasionally, a bird flying across the sky will make your heart tremble. I think it would be nice if people could be as happy and free as birds.

There is no wind in autumn and the air is a little dry. Occasionally a little rain will make you feel comfortable. Smell the earth, the moist air moistens your face, and look at the colorful colors in nature. You will unconsciously open your arms, look up, gently close your eyes and take a deep breath. At this time, you are the leaf, a small flower, a fruit ... you will melt into the autumn life.

I like the yellow color of ginkgo leaves in autumn, especially in the light of street lamps. Against the backdrop of the night, that kind of yellow is not golden, a little delicate and a little subtle. There are few pedestrians on the road, and the ginkgo trees illuminated by street lamps are like oil paintings on canvas, which are beautiful. I also like the red maple leaf. It is so red that no pigment can set off such a strong color. I am dreaming that one day I can go to a big maple forest and wander alone in the maple forest, so that the red of maple leaves can flow into my blood. At this time, I remembered the poem "Stop and love the maple forest late, and the frost leaves are red in February". Presumably, the ancients also had a soft spot for maple leaves.

Autumn is the harvest season. The happiest is the farmer, whose bronzed face and wrinkles carved by years are filled with smiles. The hard work and sweat of the past seem to have never happened. Looking at them, you can't help thinking: happiness is that simple. Why should we worry?

Our teacher's holiday is in this autumn, and choosing this season may also have his intention.

I like autumn. I like all the beautiful things in nature. I love life, and I want to make my life as colorful as autumn.

I don't accept changing seasons according to the changes of solar terms. On my way home to visit relatives, I suddenly realized that autumn had arrived when I saw the wheels run over withered poplar leaves. When I got home, I opened my calendar and realized that tomorrow would be beginning of winter.

I strongly deny the saying that "one leaf falls to know autumn". The moment of early autumn is still full of summer splendor. Very substantial and tortuous. Although it is not lush, it has vitality, and the breath of summer has not dried up. In the understanding of autumn, it does not meet my requirements for autumn. Autumn is aging, autumn wind is killed by Xiao, and autumn rhyme is yes. I don't know when I got some sad autumn sentences. In addition to being broad-minded, ethereal, free and open-minded, autumn really has a pale face, because it means that the fire of life has burned out and life has fallen from now on.

I looked at the curled and wrinkled leaves on the ground with pity and pondered the chill of autumn wind. "The grass changes color when it blows, and the leaves fall off as soon as they meet." Dry wrinkles and bare lines, how can people not think of the killing and sadness in autumn, sigh the replacement of life and death, ups and downs. But it lies in the embrace of the earth, quiet and comforting. Perhaps it is silence. In retrospect, a leaf from germination to light green, from light green to yellow, and then from yellow to recession, the summary of this life should be substantial and rich ... all this seems to make it worthy of rest. And I remembered Tagore's words: "Life is as beautiful as summer flowers, and death is as beautiful as autumn leaves". How can we understand the meaning of static beauty? I think of the old man in the martial arts novel who silently swept the leaves in the sutra depository for no reason. He holds a broom all day, interacting with fallen leaves and dust. Do you know his role? Maturity and aging, erudition and serenity, it is this silent role that gives me a practical understanding of the word "quiet beauty".

Similarly, my grandfather is an old man. He suffers from chronic diseases, just like this fallen leaf, and may soon be buried in the loess. Seeing the fallen leaves, I seem to see my grandfather's haggard figure again. My grandfather lay quietly in the dark room like a fallen leaf. The world has lost its luster and vitality. He silently counted his remaining time and endured the pain. The only time I smile is when I am with my family. He comforted us by saying that he felt much better. I didn't show any pain because we were there. I saw grandpa's strength, but I sobbed feebly. I used to think timidly that if my grandfather died one day, I would cry bitterly, so that my heart and tears would be devoted to the desolation of autumn, which would be branded on me. But facing the reality, how can I understand the "quiet beauty of death"? I saw the gentle dancing gesture when the leaves fell. When life fell, I was moved by its gentle falling. Where's Grandpa? I see strength and love. The withered figure also has life, and grandpa will be endless in my world!

Tagore also said, "All people are heading for autumn ..." None of us can get rid of it. This is the destination of life. The seasons rotate in turn in time, and life is always aging. There is a poem in Wang Guozhen that says, "How can you refuse the evening drum when you have the morning bell?" . We should learn to understand more, treat life as a journey, and each of us will stop sometimes, because eternity is not there!

Autumn is sad again. The old man who sweeps the fallen leaves in the desolate village ditch seems to best reflect the sadness of autumn in the empty Yuan Ye. Every time I see this scene, I don't know why I always feel sad I don't think I'm complaining about autumn, maybe I'm complaining about this aging soul. Working is a hobby of rural people!

Sentence: 1. The breeze washes your heart, and nature stirs your heart. A stream of water, a string of bamboo sounds, you will know that it is time for you to see autumn.

Compared with the splendor of spring, the glitz of summer and the silence of winter, Qiu is a middle-aged great man who has a clear understanding of the world and has not yet grown old.

3. Autumn is a broad mood, and autumn is a leisurely leisure.

4. Autumn grass is sentient and dying; Yellow flowers are unintentional, attracting Nanshan to overlook. Buildings intersect and smoke billows, which is the endless poetry of autumn.

5. Walking into autumn, staring at the clear water, mountains, clouds and trees will overlap your figure.

6. Picking up a pebble that has kissed autumn water is a feeling of autumn.

7. Or the first sunshine in the morning, or the sunset glow in the mountain street, sitting alone in the autumn sky, faint clouds, distant mountains, nearby trees, birds singing, a distant symphony of nature rises in your heart.

8. At the foot of Chung Shan Man, a flood peak has crossed, standing on the high slope of the hill, watching the time when autumn leaves fall one after another, and watching Yun Qi Yunyong rush past the world of life like a passer-by.

9. High above, you stand on the horizon and enjoy autumn.

10. Don't "fall leaves in Qiu Lai", put aside "sadness and loneliness in Qiu Lai since ancient times", sip (xiá) fragrant tea, put on a quiet, walk into autumn and feel the beauty. 1. In autumn, leaves fall one by one, and with a little regret, they throw themselves into the arms of Mother Earth. They jump, spin, dance and then fall lightly.

2. Autumn rain hits 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.

3. Far away, I smelled a fragrant fragrance, and a cool breeze blew. Look, the swaying osmanthus trees are swaying in the wind. Huh? What is that? Like a golden butterfly, like a silver ribbon, it lingers, floats, falls and floats to the ground. Although there are not so many osmanthus flowers in Qi Jun's hometown, I really feel like Qi Jun said that it has become a "western paradise paved with golden sands"

Autumn comes with the sound of fallen leaves, and the morning is fresh as dew. The sky is soft.

The harmonious brilliance, clear and ethereal, makes people want to hear a soaring lark sing.

If you look at the blue sea, you want to see the white sails. Sunset is the wing of time, when it flies away.

The moment is extremely gorgeous. So dusk.

5. The clear sky in late autumn is like an endless calm blue sea; There is a strong white light in the air.

Like a microwave jumping on the sea; At the foot of the mountain, pieces of sorghum are always swaying.

Plump ears are like fluctuating red water; The dead leaves were touched by the fields.

Faded colors.

6. Late autumn dusk always comes quickly, before Shan Ye is evaporated by sunlight.

Disappeared. The sun sets in the western hills. Therefore, the blue wind in the valley has a strong coolness.

Driving white fog, wandering down the mountain; And the shadow of the mountain, fell in faster.

In the village, the shadow became thicker and thicker, and gradually merged with the night, but before long, it was the moon again.

The bright candle turned silver-gray.

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Autumn rain hit them in the face. Piles of dark gray clouds hold the earth low.

It is late autumn, the endless trees in the forest are bare and the old trees are lush.

Stand up and let the brown moss cover its wrinkles. Ruthless autumn deprived them of their beauty.

Beautiful clothes, they had to stand there bald.

Autumn comes with the sound of fallen leaves, and the morning is fresh as dew. The sky is soft.

The harmonious brilliance, clear and ethereal, makes people want to hear a soaring lark sing.

If you look at the blue sea, you want to see the white sails. Sunset is the wing of time, when it flies away.

The moment is extremely gorgeous. So dusk.

The clear sky in late autumn is like an endless calm blue sea; There is a strong white light in the air.

Like a microwave jumping on the sea; At the foot of the mountain, pieces of sorghum are always swaying.

Plump ears are like fluctuating red water; The dead leaves were touched by the fields.

Faded colors.

What a beautiful autumn, here, it is no longer scorched earth and ashes, but Wanshan.

A bustling place with red carpets in the wind. Korean pine covered with elastic skin is still alive,

Standing proudly on the high rocks, the whistle in the valley is jubilant, and the white hope flutters slowly in the rice fields.

When the steep west wind brushes the sky higher and higher; Be a stranger's child

When I saw the last wild goose flying south; When the vast weeds are swaying.

When the tree turns yellow-at this time, it is autumn, and the tree loses its leaves.

The season is over.

In the middle of the night after autumn, the moon went down and the sun was still outside, leaving only a piece of blue.

Day; Everything fell asleep except the things that traveled at night.

Late autumn dusk always comes quickly, before Shan Ye is evaporated by the sun.

Disappeared. The sun sets in the western hills. Therefore, the blue wind in the valley has a strong coolness.

Driving white fog, wandering down the mountain; And the shadow of the mountain, fell in faster.

In the village, the shadow became thicker and thicker, and gradually merged with the night, but before long, it was the moon again.

The bright candle turned silver-gray.

The moon, which is not round, gradually rises to the sky. A transparent gray cloud, lightly covered.

Living in the moonlight and above the fields is like a light smoke and falling asleep.

Conditions. After the sunset, the smoke in the field dispersed, and the water was as clear as water, washing away the softness.

Autumn night.

One autumn night, the sky in Gao Lu was thick, and a crescent moon hung quietly on the southwest horizon. The cold moon

When the light falls on the earth, it is so dark, but the stars in the Milky Way are more brilliant. dense

In the fields of sorghum, corn and millet on the edge, this song rings the voice of autumn insects.

Guo also occasionally added some accompaniment, blowing the ground intermittently like cold eggplant. Liushuzai road

The branches hang quietly on the side, and the shadows cover the winding path of weeds.

..... The moon came up, but the clouds covered half of it, hiding in the cracks in the trees far away.

Like a country girl, shy. Once upon a time, people said, "Although we shouted and urged for a thousand times, she began to walk towards us, and I still held you.

The pipa is half covered. "That's a little! The clouds are getting thicker and thicker. Let him go. He is too lazy to care about it.

But I think, if it's autumn night, it's not bad to blow a little west wind. This is not a real pine tree, but that one.

You should also listen to the surging sound of Tao.

The west wind will naturally not come. Before going to bed, we put two or three candles in the middle of the hall.

The timid flame was overwhelmed by the big roof. We looked at each other by candlelight,

It is also like being covered with a layer of smoke. It is as dark as the sea outside. Only far and near.

Several dog barks told us that we were still alive.

Blue sky. Late autumn, spotless, crystal clear. Duo duo yun Cai

Reflected on the clear Jialing River; Fish scales microwave, Qinghe adds clouds.

That color, especially gorgeous.

On a cool and sunny autumn night, bright and red Mars graces us a lot in the starry sky.

A lot of wisdom and fun. Recently, after eight o'clock every night, Mars has come from the southeast.

The horizontal line rises. It is brighter than any star in the nearby sky, no matter where you are,

It's easy to find.

The fallen leaves in the north render a tragic atmosphere! The fallen leaves are dyed golden yellow,

Or scarlet. The first fall may be only two pieces, just like

A golden butterfly with two broken souls. But then, there was a golden red shower. receive

Then, a golden red carpet was laid under the tree. And on this carpet, so is cast iron.

Yes, the bare and scattered trunks and branches stand upright, stabbing the high blue sky and faint clouds.

Fruit trees in the north are also a miracle for Qiu Lai. The first is jujube; Corner,

On the wall, beside the toilet, at the door of the kitchen, it will grow up one by one. Like olives

This jujube is like pigeon eggs, with small oval leaves with a little green in the middle.

When the color is yellow, it is the peak of autumn; When the leaves of jujube trees fall and are red,

The northwest wind is about to blow.

The locust tree in the northland is also an ornament that can remind people of Qiu Lai. Like a flower, but it's not

It's one of those falling flowers. When I get up in the morning, I will spread the floor. When you step on it, your voice is louder.

No, there is no smell, just a little soft touch.

Qiu Chan's faint lingering sound is a specialty of the north; Because there are trees everywhere in Beiping,

The house is very low, so you can hear them singing everywhere. in the south

You have to go to the suburbs or mountains to hear it. Qiu Chan's complaint can be reconciled in Peiping.

Like crickets and mice, it is almost like a domestic bug that every household keeps at home.

Autumn has really become an eventful autumn in my understanding. Faced with the heaviness of this autumn, my heart lacks warmth and vitality. Every season has a mood. Read autumn, wait for it, wait for the arrival of spring flowers!