Description of cold weather in late autumn

The sentence about the cold in autumn describes the cold in late autumn.

1. Sleepless in the autumn night, walking alone in the forest, listening to the chirp of Qiu Chan, is it the desolation of autumn?

2. The lost autumn is full of memories, and I freeze in the cold wind.

3. Isn't the aura of life equally colorful? The long river of life is not a colorful flashing ribbon. On the Yuan Ye of life, there is burning fervent pursuit, boiling blood and youthful vitality, and countless incredible dreams are turned into brilliant pictures. Autumn is like the middle age of life. After a long time, it is gradually enriched and matured.

4. The autumn rain is cool and long. Without the warmth of spring, there would be no deep cold in winter. Autumn is autumn, a colorful season. I like maple leaves in autumn best. They are red and look better in the sun. Through the leaves covered with sunlight, the freshness and naturalness of nature are revealed. Autumn is red, autumn is yellow and autumn is dark green.

The autumn wind is rustling, the leaves are messy, and there are bleak patches everywhere, so I feel sad. Suddenly, I found that autumn is a sad season. ...

6. The clear sky in late autumn is like an endless calm blue sea; Strong white light jumps in the air, just like microwaves on the sea; At the foot of the mountain, patches of sorghum are always swaying full heads, like fluctuating red water; However, the withered leaves painted the fields with withered colors.

7. When autumn begins, it is cool. I hope everything goes well with you and it will be cool all autumn. Feel refreshed all over!

8. The autumn sunshine shines gently on me. The sun shines on my hair, like a beautiful yellow flower, perching on the branches; Like a flying butterfly, dancing in the flowers. Today, because of such brilliant sunshine, it is particularly warm.

9. It's autumn again. The classroom is full of people, but unfortunately it's not us anymore. ]

10. It's colder in late autumn, and the leaves are yellow, which falls on the ground like a yellow carpet, but the camphor tree can't bear to wither, and it is quite independent in cold autumn.

1 1. 13 cut off the autumn fragrance and gather the wild goose shadows, lest you can only feel it in the fragrant autumn: dreamlike and poetic charm of life and death. Autumn water is too deep to talk, so it is destined to accept the appreciation and admiration of the poet. The yellow red leaves are pale and floating in the ruthless monsoon.

12. There is more than one color in the autumn sky. When the sun rises, the sky is as red as fire, and then it turns white. In class, the sky is blue, and the autumn sky is colorful.

13. There are dead leaves half a foot deep in the bushes. The wind blew, whirled upward, and then dispersed evenly, covering the path that circled obliquely to the top of the mountain.

14. The sunshine in autumn is crystal clear, water flows brightly between heaven and earth, rustles in the clear veins of yellow leaves and red leaves, whirls in the sweet dimples of young girls, plays beautiful folk songs on every flying hair, and coats every piece of land and everything with a warm taste.

15. I talked to my mother on the phone, made breakfast and got up for work. It gets cold in early autumn.

16. 15 1 day, beginning of autumn. Look at the weather forecast. The hot weather is finally over, the temperature is cool, and the prickly heat around meow's neck will slowly disappear. Today, the mushrooms are cold, and all kinds of hugs are spoiled. Meow's father is still very confused, so he cools the mushrooms.

17. In autumn, you hide your sadness and pain during the day, let us appreciate your beauty and make us feel happy, but at night, you release your true feelings and secretly cry. The biting wind and rain are still torturing you and slapping you mercilessly. People ignore it.

18. Autumn, clear sky in Wan Li. The autumn wind is cool. Autumn rain is sweet and long. Although it is sad that leaves are flying, plants are yellow, beautiful and desolate, bright autumn, inclusive autumn and broad and mature autumn all have their unique charm. In autumn, find the direction of your passion and add color to your life! !

19. Autumn, the golden world, composed a wonderful and moving song. I love autumn! Love this sweet autumn, love this autumn rain, love this poetic autumn, love this fairy tale autumn! Go into nature and look for autumn fairy tales. ...

20. If autumn is sad and depressed. Then the autumn in Willow Bay is beautiful and cool. Walking in the bay, willow leaves fall like butterflies, look up, oh! What a beautiful picture of willow leaves falling! The unhappiness in my heart can always be forgotten. Willow Bay in autumn is the filter of my heart, and my heart is very high and green.

The sentence about the cold in autumn describes the cold in late autumn.

In late autumn, the wheat seedlings in the fields are green, the ground is oily and green, and it is lush, emitting a strong breath of life.

Goose singing, golden leaves, chrysanthemums blooming all over the world, crickets chirping and insects singing. I didn't feel the dream of spring grass in the pond. The leaves in front of the steps were already autumn, and the long-awaited late autumn finally arrived as scheduled.

The field in late autumn has just ended its gorgeous curtain call and ushered in the birth of a new life. The green everywhere puts a coat of hope on the earth and erases the injury of autumn. In late autumn, green life and green hope are rooted in this field.

At dusk, move a small stool, move the table to the Woods in front of the court, face the fallen leaves, and sit according to the work. Green plums make wine, poems are vegetables, paintings are tea, and they drink leisurely in the charming late autumn. Drink with autumn, clink glasses with the bright moon, and exchange glasses with the stars. Insects sing emotionally, the wind dances devoutly, and even the grass without makeup shakes its head and bends down to entertain. At this time, only when you are drunk can you live up to this unparalleled natural tent and enjoy the beauty of loneliness alone.

The autumn leaves are swept away, and the cool breeze blows gently, giving people the feeling of sadness, loneliness and melancholy. However, sadness is also another state of mind in life.

Wheat seedlings, palm high, covered in goose yellow, are faint new green, and the young leaves are covered with dew, which is pitifully weak. But it is so tenaciously stretched upward, and the weak life will be strengthened through the harshest period of the four seasons to resist the invasion of winter, and it will clank out from the thin bones of wheat seedlings.

On the edge of the field, rows of shelterbelts, leaves of half a tree, green and yellow hanging on the branches shivering, dead leaves falling from time to time. Fallen leaves cover the country roads, and occasionally piles of straw can be seen in the fields. These once brilliant lives will also turn into mud and go through the whole process of life. Think about it carefully, there is no need to be sad. This is the natural law of changing seasons and endless life.

Late autumn morning, cool and refreshing. It's a little cold, and occasionally there will be a little frost, but it doesn't matter. Dewdrops in the grass wet shoes, socks and trouser legs. It doesn't matter if the mist makes you invisible. It doesn't matter if the cool autumn wind blows on your face. It doesn't matter if the winding mountain path is difficult to walk. You only have mood and interest. You can also bring dry food and domestic water, as well as cameras and high-frequency mobile phones. You can choose your favorite scenery along the way, bring it into your space, turn it into your meager life, and communicate with like-minded color friends. It is also an elegant taste.

In late autumn, besides the golden yellow and crimson color of Ye Er, the color of fruit is also very attractive. The sub-wood is silvery white, hanging on the tree, just like the dense pearls falling on the branches; Chestnuts are red in sauce, in bud, and smile like an innocent child; Pomegranate is pink, hidden in leaves, like the face of a shy bride; Persimmon is deep red, hanging on a red lantern lit by a branch head; Hawthorn is black and red, like transparent agate How smooth, shiny and dazzling those fruits are. I have climbed chestnut trees countless times and touched branches by hand. Full chestnuts fell from the sky, which surprised the companions under the tree. They laughed and played while picking up chestnuts that fell from trees. I am very happy, too. I climbed the persimmon tree countless times, carefully picked the red persimmon, and let my fellow travelers taste the sweetness of late autumn.

The original asphalt road has been covered with ginkgo leaves, and passers-by hurried by, splashing golden halo. The sky is surprisingly blue, and in late autumn, children's smiles are still so pure.

The dusk in late autumn is the most beautiful time of the day in the countryside. At present, the setting sun has dyed mountains, waters and villages red. The smoke rising in Ran Ran slowly enveloped in the twilight and frosty night, but I was not in Gusu. There is no fishing fire, no Hanshan Temple, and naturally there will be no bells, so I walk quietly in autumn. Sunset poetry and painting, I hope I can always indulge in it.

Autumn wind is so gentle, not so hot in summer and not so cold in winter.

By my side, the wicker quietly turns yellow, and the leaves are lined with yellow and reddish. In this clear embrace of autumn, they are everywhere infiltrated.

In silence, combing like a dream, a kind of eyes suddenly passed by, perhaps the expectation of the old mother at the door of her hometown.

The lotus pond is quiet. Although the late autumn wind blew the poplar trees by the pond, Hà Thu remained silent. The white lotus and red lotus in the lotus pond have long been scattered into mud and ground into dust. Only the graceful stems covered with small thorns are still so aloof and independent, stabbing the sky like the spears of Roman soldiers, giving people a shock of strength. Lotus leaves, which are green in summer, have now dried on the branches, no longer swaying in the wind and no longer dripping. Some residual leaves falling from the branches have turned into dirt and disappeared in the summer dream forever; Some cling to the soil and lie quietly in the soil, waiting for invisible microorganisms to decompose their bodies. However, most lotus leaves are still hanging high on the branches, and although they hang feebly, they still maintain that kind of flexible pride. This reminds me of chrysanthemums. Chrysanthemums die in winter with branches, but their flowers don't fall. Scholars compete for praise, but no one praises the fragrant branches of lotus leaves. I feel wronged, but when I think about it, Holland has never been willing to show himself in his life. He buried the best in the soil and silently dedicated it to the world with a faint fragrance. It is vanity, it is a smile.

Xia Chan left, autumn insects left, the shade began to sparse, and yellow leaves covered the path. Even the weeds on the barren Yuan Ye began to wither, the sun hurried by, and the long white clouds lamented the shortness of life and the approach of winter.

However, at this moment, the wheat seedlings came out. These green wheat seedlings, with tire tracks, are pale yellow, and water can flow out when you pinch them with your hands. These look fascinating and will revive withered dreams. Wheat seedlings drill out of the cold land one by one, hand in hand, shoulder to shoulder, and even become a picture of late autumn, covered with fields in late autumn.

The green leaves of wheat seedlings are hung with crystal dew. Dewdrops are crystal clear in the sun, shining with colorful light. When I picked up the camera and pulled the dew closer and pressed the shutter, I suddenly found my figure in the dew, and the whole world was in the dew. I was shocked, and my hand holding the camera trembled a little. A small dewdrop has such a big size and such a broad mind. It is no wonder that the wheat seedlings bearing dew can withstand the roar of autumn wind, the cold in winter and the erosion of ice and snow, and grow up in extremely cruel days. Sow green hope and reap dreams. Because dew is the tears of joy of wheat seedlings and a portrayal of their hearts. A life that can accommodate the world, what disasters can't bear, and what tests can't bear.

Unconsciously, this autumn has quietly passed by us. After the prosperous season, the autumn in the north is a burst of desolation and vicissitudes. Falling leaves are flying all over the sky, telling the story of yesterday's separation. Life in autumn is so humorous at this time. Layers of clouds often cover the smiling face of autumn, and the drizzle of autumn makes people misinterpret the future of autumn again and again! Don't even regret! But autumn doesn't seem to change our itinerary because of our mood, and continues to write the wonderful season after season!