2. The fallen leaves are like a song. The leaves finish their journey bit by bit, but they will eventually turn to dust, and I will try my best to remember the eternity of that moment.
3. The autumn wind is happy, just watching it gently play with the spring water, which makes clear notes. It happily fiddled with the stream and waved a drop of crystal water. Small fish in the water are attracted by the wonderful performance of autumn wind, jumping out of the water happily and stirring up beautiful spray.
It's autumn again. I habitually look up at the sky and see one leaf after another falling from the sky. I think they should be cheerful, because they will return to the tree in a new form next year. However, I looked down and saw another scene.
There are so many fallen leaves in autumn. There are broad buttonwood leaves, needle-like pine leaves and narrow Chinese fir leaves. The ground is like a thick golden carpet, which is very comfortable to step on!
6. There are many beautiful leaves in autumn, such as golden ginkgo leaves, which also make me feel the beauty of autumn. Soft ginkgo leaves stretch the body. A gust of wind blew and they swayed with the wind. Ginkgo biloba leaves, like handfuls of delicate small fans, fan us proudly like peacocks, adding beauty to our lives. Ginkgo biloba leaves have only a few small "blood vessels", which are very unique and will not be forgotten at a glance. The golden ginkgo leaves left a deep impression on me.
7. Autumn leaves are varied and varied. The plane leaves are like the feet of ducklings; Ginkgo garden is like a small yellow fan; Poplar leaves are like burning love; Loquat leaves are like a boat.
8. Fallen leaves are actually beautiful, but not many people will find them and appreciate them. As long as you observe carefully, you will know how to discover and appreciate beauty.
9. Standing among the trees, I listened quietly, and the fallen leaves fell to the ground. At that moment, I imagined Yuan Ye in autumn as golden as Monet's. The cool autumn wind blows, and from time to time there are golden leaves fluttering slowly in front of my eyes, so gentle, so quiet and so light, as if guarding a fragile dream.
10, walking on the streets in autumn, I feel a little melancholy and melancholy. I looked up at the sky, the sun was like blood, and I looked down at the ground, full of rehmannia leaves. Autumn is really a sad season.