Late Autumn (1)

Youth, whose smile are we imagining on our respective white paper? One by one, they swore beautiful and lonely expectations, without too much color decoration, just for that not lonely heartbreak.

Seventeen spring, summer, autumn and winter, the willows are green, the flowers are red, like a fleeting white horse, messy but without trace, looking forward to the romance left behind; In the colorful world, I am just a pompous dust, floating in the boundless corner. My youth is like the misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River; Maybe I can't find your blank space, just fantasize about an encounter.

The lingering sound of the few strings accompanied by the misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River is like blue and white flowers. I watched the dancing butterflies pursue her footsteps, and her every twinkle and smile shook my chest, like the soft hair splashed with ink. I also imagine the beautiful face hidden below, but the melody of "I love her" is constantly echoing in youth.

In a corner without sunshine, listen to Jay Chou's tune and hum the song "I love her, but she doesn't know". I slowly broke the strings and disappeared your figure. You still made me drunk, but my heart was not around you. I drew a circle to separate you inside. I drew a boundary and no longer hesitated behind you

Youth is like autumn wind, always bleak and melancholy. Lonely, I am like standing in the desert, watching the prickly cactus. The taste is just like you and his smile, which is cruel and realistic in my heart again and again. You are so beautiful, but only touch his heart. One night, listening to the sadness, a person, a pot of wine, looking at the stars and the moon alone, lamenting the volatility of life. I am crazy, singing sad tunes alone; I am boastful and tearful, listening to Jay Chou's songs, swaying and flying. Listen to your stories in the corner where no one is, and shed cruel tears.

In the dreamy and smoky years, you are the woman I love in my youth. I have never fallen in love with the country or the city. I have fallen in love or become infatuated with myself. I will only sing your heartache behind you with a hoarse voice, and draw your smile on your exercise book with a black pencil. The fireworks are cold, and he has accompanied you. My youth is a lost beauty, leaving the end of your love behind.

Simple and green. A young man buried the seeds of love in the world of mortals, just to sprout out the fragrance of love, making Butterfly crazy and prosperous. In the dark, I was imagining that I didn't imagine your smile after all - you just smiled for him.

The loneliness of willow trees, the emptiness of fallen flowers, such as youth, such as the rain in late autumn, cover whose heartache.

Late Autumn (2)

The Mid Autumn Festival has passed, and the late autumn is coming quietly.

In late autumn morning, you will feel chilly even if there is no wind. On the street, people wrapped up their clothes and erected collars while walking; The person riding the bike is a big package; In the school, students no longer turn on the fan, and there are fewer students with water. In class, the doors and windows are closed for fear of letting the hot air get out.

At noon, everyone rushed out of school to get on the bus, as if everyone wanted to. Back home, I really want to drink water, but I can't drink cold water as soon as I get home in summer. Even if I can still drink, my stomach will also give me advice!

In the afternoon, as soon as we get off work, adults will rush home. Because it gets dark very fast in autumn, as long as you spend more time outside, you will become a dish of night and cold wind.

In the dark night, the temperature will drop rapidly, and you won't stand outside for a while. If you wash a dress on Monday, it won't dry on Wednesday.

It was a cold late autumn.

Late Autumn (3)

In the morning, when I walked out of the house, a gust of wind blew my cheek, and a sense of coolness followed. The air was like fragrant flowers. The morning air was refreshing. Sitting in the car, watching the scenery on both sides of the road quietly, a leaf fell from the tree, which reminds me of the leaf. "Leaves leave because the wind does not pursue or the tree does not retain" Indeed, the wind does not fly with it; It's not that the branches don't care about it. Leaves fall from the tree, and the wind takes it on the journey; It also turned yellow in late autumn, and the tree abandoned it. The leaves are unknown and selfless. In late autumn, the leaves on the trees fall down and turn into fertile soil for the trees, which reminds me of Gong Zizhen's poem: "Falling red is not cruel, but turns into spring mud to protect flowers." People think it is a poem to praise flowers, but I don't think so. I think it is a poem to praise leaves turning into fertile soil to fertilize flowers. During the break, a leaf fell into my hand. Looking at it, I immediately respected this flower protection thing. Suddenly several transparent raindrops fell from the sky. The rain at this time is called continuous autumn rain. Leaf life is ordinary, quietly from spring to autumn to do only one thing, is to better protect the tree, let it thrive. This reminds me of my parents. My parents have taken good care of us since childhood. We are like hardbound flowers, guarding the leaves with selfless love and care. Although we sometimes make mistakes, our parents will always protect us and love us. I love my parents, and also love the late autumn leaves. Grade 6, Shuncheng Street No.1 Primary School, Xicheng District, Beijing: Yu Wenpeng

Late Autumn (4)

In late autumn, when the autumn wind blows, leaves fall one after another. Some dance like butterflies, some fly like yellow eagles, and some spin like dancers. The ground is covered with fallen leaves, like a thick golden blanket.

Look, there is another big leaf falling. I ran to it and reached out my hands to catch it. Ha! The leaf is like a golden boat.

At this time, a peach shaped leaf fell in front of me, and I held it in my hand, thinking that he might be a little fairy peach that Sun Wukong accidentally knocked off when he stole a flat peach! Once on earth, the little fairy peach turns into a small leaf.

I put the leaves under my nose and smelled them. It seemed that they really had the aroma of peaches.

I am daydreaming, another autumn leaf falls on my feet quietly.

I picked it up and saw that it was still green! I carefully made it into a leaf whistle and tooted it. Listen, it's like the melodious flute of a shepherd!

There are more and more fallen leaves on the ground

Late Autumn (5)

It's late autumn, and many things have changed. Let me go and have a look!

Some dry branches fall on the ground, some of which are withered and yellow. If you step on them with your feet, they will make a sound of "click". The leaves of the ginkgo tree are golden yellow, like shining gold. When the wind blows, large pieces of ginkgo leaves fall from the tree and float in the air for a long time. Ginkgo biloba leaves are already yellow. Under the sunlight, they are as bright as a 300 kilowatt bulb, so bright that people cannot look directly at them. Ginkgo biloba leaves falling on the ground will not become dim because of this. They will not give up even though they have experienced strong winds and heavy rains. They will still emit dazzling light. Mushrooms become a little white. If you open them from the side, you will find some black, which is a sign of toxicity.

In fact, autumn has not only withered and yellow, but also some vitality. For example, if you smell a very small wild flower with your nose, you will find a faint fragrance; There is a kind of fruit that has a wonderful fragrance. When you open it, you will find some juice overflowing, which is not a symbol of aging at all; There is a kind of sisal hemp. In autumn, the old skin will fall off and grow tender leaves. Those tender leaves are somewhat green, which has at least added vitality to autumn.

Ah, how beautiful autumn is!

Wang Ke

Autumn is a season of orchard harvest, but also a season full of vitality.

In autumn, the leaves fall, but there are some plants with strong vitality embellishing autumn, making it more beautiful.

Look at some papayas here. They are dressed in green clothes, with small white flowers on their heads, happily hanging on the branches, still emitting fragrance. From afar, they look like green lanterns.

Small hands are waving to us, which is the representative of autumn - maple leaf. This maple leaf has five corners, like a small slap. From afar, the tree is like a fire, and there are some green maple leaves, all green like a small fan.

Pinies are dressed in gray green armor, like magic little soldiers standing on the tree, guarding the pine tree. There are many pinies under the tree. They are really a group of soldiers who would rather die than surrender!

A small flower is emitting a faint fragrance against the sun, and the stamens in the middle are shining in the sunshine. After a closer look, I found a small bee crawling around in the petals, like collecting honey. There are many trees, yellow, red, green, and various shapes. It is these various plants and animals that make the golden autumn more beautiful.

Late Autumn (6)

Every October, the autumn girl will take the "last bus" of the season

Look! When autumn comes, there are always so many changes in the streets and alleys: leaves fall down, and the dark road is instantly covered with a layer of yellow "carpet". People walk on it from time to time with a crisp "squeak, squeak" sound, soft and comfortable; In the green woods, they also changed into golden clothes, shining in people's eyes! Standing in the yellow woods, there is always a sense of beauty surging into my heart.

There is also a beautiful scenery in the late autumn in our small mountain city! That is light everywhere. When the morning came, there was a white, gray fog everywhere. As it was nearly 7:30, a golden light shot out of the east mountain. At this time, the birds all jumped out heartily, "twitter" seemed to be saying: "Ah! The late autumn in this mountain city is beautiful everywhere, and we don't know where to go first..."

At noon, when you walk in the woods, you always see some golden light in some places. Where do you find it? Look, the golden treetops, the clothes that people dry, and the snow-white clouds are also slightly yellow.

In the evening, the clouds on the western hill with the sun still on them suddenly became fiery red, and the pine trees that were reflected by the sun were happily enjoying the sunset

Ah! What a beautiful hometown in late autumn. I love this hometown in late autumn, and I love the beautiful scenery in late autumn even more.

Late Autumn (7)

Late autumn is coming, and winter is also coming. It is getting cold. We all put on thick clothes. But how I hope that in winter, we can have a good time in the snow without wearing sweaters and down jackets that make us fat and clumsy. What a pleasant thing!

Winter is a beautiful and white season. I like it best and look forward to the coming of winter. The first reason is that I was born in this white and beautiful season. It gives me a sense of life; The second is because of the snowflakes in winter, how I like them, and let me listen to their sounds.

I praise winter because it has many uses and can surpass spring, summer and autumn; I love winter, because the scenery in winter will be more charming, and can compete with spring, summer and autumn; I look forward to winter, because in winter we can have more fun and compete with spring, summer and autumn. Do you hear me, Dong? This is my words to you from the bottom of my heart.

Late Autumn (8)

A burst of autumn rain, then it's late autumn again. In this season, even the color of the leaves is colorful. There are green, golden, withered leaves, just like butterflies dancing in the wind. The autumn wind blows over the rice field, and large golden waves rise one after another in the rice field, and the rice fragrance wafts away with the wind.

The autumn wind blew over the fruit trees, and the heavy fruits hung on the branches with the tempting fragrance. The farmers were salivating while picking the fruits, with satisfied smiles on their faces.

The autumn rain falls in rivers and lakes, nourishing people's hearts. Fishermen are also much happier in autumn. When the fry grow up, they harvest. So, as soon as the fishing net falls, you will rise. Who else does not return with a full load?

There are many small wild chrysanthemums growing in the flower bed at the gate of my community. I will look at them every day when I pass by. Today, I was surprised to find a lot of flowers and bones, with a little white in the center, and soon became a sea of white flowers. I really hope that everyone will not pick and pick randomly, so that I can see these small wild chrysanthemums in the next period of time, and my mood will be much better!

As Tao Yuanming said, only in autumn can you feel the feeling of picking chrysanthemums under the eastern fence and leisurely seeing the Nanshan Mountain.

Whenever the weather gets cold, I know that autumn is leaving. I want to stay here until I write it down.

When next autumn comes, I will recite autumn poems.

Late Autumn (9)

Autumn is the world of Dan. It means maturity, harvest and happiness.

When I walked out of the house, the weak sunlight gently sprinkled on the earth. The sky was dim, but it felt that there was no impurity. A breeze blew in the face, as if it still had a faint fragrance of maple leaves; When I walked on the street, the maple leaves turned red and fell down, like red butterflies dancing. I also danced with the crisp melody of the autumn wind. The red maple leaves hang all over the ground, and occasionally there are several small pools on the ground.

The streets are no longer as rich as spring; The streets are no longer as busy as in summer; On the street, it is no longer as aggressive as winter. But he seems to have given me a kind of vitality, perhaps it is the fluttering maple leaves, perhaps it is his own vitality! On the street, there are big trees lining the street, like a happy old man with a happy smile on his face. The road is also empty, and only the happy songs of birds can be heard.

The yellow and red of autumn are so elegant and refreshing. Autumn is the symbol of new life, the source of hope and the starting point of maturity. In this late autumn, we will pick them up one by one.

Late Autumn (10)

People can easily realize that spring is full of vitality, summer is lush, winter is covered with snow, but who can perceive the unique beauty of late autumn? I found the shadow of late autumn in a small garden.

When you enter the small garden, the first thing you see is light yellow. Eh, what is that, dancing in the breeze? Oh, there is a large lawn waiting for us. Although it is not as sharp and green as it was in spring or as green as it was in summer, the yellowish color gives people comfort, makes people happy and comfortable.

Look, the short evergreen is waiting for us! Copper coin like leaves shine with oil, green and ink! Under the sun's light, he winked at us mischievously. He looked naughty and cute, standing there like a group of dwarfs, welcoming us and sending us back.

Some unknown small flowers are in full bloom in late autumn. Their petals are very small but very prosperous. If you don't let me, I won't let you, they are all full of flowers. When I close my eyes, I feel as if I am in a world of flowers and fragrance. There are some small flowers scattered in the grass, like eyes, like stars, but also blink and blink.

Wow, is that maple leaf? I was ecstatic to find a piece of red, bright red and dazzling red. I walked closer to enjoy that piece of red. These red leaves were shaped like darts, showing people its unique beauty charmingly. The red is a straight red, which can be matched with the red in autumn. The red leaves and autumn together form a gentle late autumn.

Oh, yes, the pine tree is still standing upright. Look, like rows of soldiers ready to go, green needle shaped leaves open, as if to embrace the beautiful late autumn. A few pinecones blinked among the leaves, playing hide and seek with us, and they were still so powerful and unyielding in the cold late autumn.

Ginkgo tree, these living fossils, yellow butterfly like leaves falling down, and some sparse residual branches, look a bit bleak in the autumn wind. Yes, they have lost their vitality, but they still hold the last bit of strength to fight against the cold wind.

Although the late autumn is not easy to be noticed and valued by people, it still tenaciously shows people a unique natural beauty and writes a fairy tale of late autumn to people

Late Autumn (11)

During the long National Day holiday, I returned to my hometown. It was late autumn, and farmers were dealing with rice every day.

October is the time when the rice is ripe. The fields are golden and the autumn wind blows over the half person tall rice. This huge rice field suddenly becomes a vast "sea". The rice twists its waist and legs under the guidance of the wind. How happy it is!

The sun seemed to burst out the light and heat that had not been sent out in summer in just a few hours. Farmers only wore a simple straw hat and straw sandals covered with soil to go into the field. In the city, women wear sun hats and sunscreen whenever there is sunshine, let alone work in the fields at this time. As for farmers, they are exposed to the wind and the sun every day, their faces are black and rough, and their hands have worn out calluses

At dusk, the colorful clouds are just like the colorful brocade woven by the Weaver Maid against the setting sun. People who have been busy for a day move out of the small four corner table, bring out simple meals, and eat them with relish. The rice piled high beside them looks like a golden mountain in the setting sun. Farmers look at the harvest of this year, and all show brilliant smiles.

At night, the time of the day ends quietly in the moonlight bath, but who knows, in the early morning, people who have only slept for a few hours will invest in a tired and full day!

Grade 5: Chen Wangyan

Late Autumn (12)

This autumn, it seems destined to be accompanied by countless thoughts. The poetry and subtle emotions, which grow like all things in spring, are gently chanted around.

I just got used to the delicate beauty of the small garden, and was pulled into a lush sea of flowers. In the flying along the river, I was quietly shocked. Those are not the chrysanthemums picked by Tao Yuanming when he was leisurely, but many small wild flowers that can't be named. Each flower is small to delicate, and weak dotted in the grass with one person tall. Hundreds of thousands of red, yellow, pink and white flowers of different depths are gathered together, but they show the gorgeous to the extreme.

The sun shines on me, as well as on the silk like petals of those flowers, reflecting different colors. I threw several flowers into the water and watched them float among the floating algae, but they were still warm. Looking at these flowers that are far away from themselves in ordinary days, but now smile innocently in front of me, it seems that something far away has been pulled back in my heart.

It belongs to children. Please smile innocently.

How many people who are able to plant these flowers and have enough wisdom to decide the fate of flowers have forgotten this bright smile?

Maybe, as long as we plant a bunch of wild flowers in our hearts, we can have them all the time. In fact, flowers only need a little space. Sometimes, a little space can bring a clearer feeling.

On the way back, I tightly held the bouquet in my hand, as if the mother's figure was jumping on it, bending over, and lowering her head. The childlike childlike innocence is her lovely appearance when picking flowers; Holding a flower, she ran over me, and her eyes fell on my face and flower's face, which was the warmth when she sent me flowers. On the way back, she cheerfully took me to take photos, and I couldn't bear to disappoint her. Compared with her father's white hair, her mother is more like a child. When I saw the bright smile in the camera, I almost merged with the yellow flowers all over the ground. Every mother probably has the characteristic of bright and clean smile. Having a mother is our greatest happiness.

Even now, the waves of flowers are still in my mind for a long time. They smiled in the face of spring, summer and rain, also smiled in the face of autumn, but also smiled to face the bleak winter dew. Even if it will eventually fall into mud, the warmth and purity carried by the smile will still melt into the wind. Spend the winter with the water waves of the billows.

The flowers along the way smiled at the city in late autumn and looked at me in late autumn.

Late Autumn (13)

Before and after the National Day, living in a hut made of dried bamboo, there was no noise in the town, only the wind outside the window blew the bamboo leaves and made a "rustling" sound.

Walking alone in the quiet valley, accompanied by the cool breeze, I lay quietly under the green bamboos, enjoying the vitality in late autumn. The stream flows eastward, and the autumn wind blows people clean and refreshing. I rely on a little sunshine to travel in the forest. Suddenly, a cluster of flowers named petal red appeared in front of me. I looked around. As if there was no owner, I picked a few flowers at random and held them in my hand lovingly. At this time, I unintentionally recited Du Fu's poem: "The flowers bloom in a cluster without owner, lovely crimson love light red."

At dusk, the sun that was about to go down reflected a brilliant light, which was more gorgeous than the stars in the evening; It is more beautiful than the spot of light emitted by the firefly; More dazzling than the bright candle light. As the sun sets in the west, this beautiful scenery can be perfectly reflected in the autumn full of golden fantasy.

In the bustling National Day, it is also a happy thing to feel the artistic conception of autumn in the secluded hut! The beauty of autumn is so fresh and refreshing.

Late Autumn (14)

Autumn is really bright and clear, and the big star of the universe, Sun Xiaoshuai, has become gentle and gentle. Remembering that he was so angry that he was always on the top, singing the song "Enthusiastic Desert" endlessly, I felt scared. You see how friendly he is now. He is looking at us with a red face and a smile, and emitting warm and soft light. Is it different from him in summer!

There are several clean white clouds floating in the clean sky. Yun'er seems to be too lonely. She amuses herself. You see she has become a galloping horse, galloping happily along the endless Milky Way. Maybe she is tired. Look, she soon becomes a beautiful peony and sits there to rest. Her sitting posture is so graceful and noble. It really deserves to be our national flower! A gust of wind blew, and she drifted into...... Ouch! I see. Are you Liu Qian's teacher! Excuse me!

The sky is so busy, and there is infinite beauty under the clear sky. Because our teacher will take us to embrace nature today, we walked into the picturesque Songjiang River. As soon as I got off the bus, I was attracted by a beautiful scenery. I saw an endless sea of golden flowers. I rushed over despite the teacher's obstruction. A closer look shows wild chrysanthemums. I stepped forward and quickly picked one and put it under my nose to smell deeply. Bah, Bah... I hanged myself. It stinks. I really want to vomit. At this time, the teacher and the students all followed me. Seeing that I was so embarrassed, they all laughed and trembled. One student sat on the ground laughing and couldn't get up. While crying, he covered his stomach and shouted pain. you deserves it! Who let you gloat.

I really admire the two brothers, Butterfly and Bee, who are still working hard in such a smelly sea. They will fly to the east and west one after another. They will twist their smelly and graceful dance, walk among beautiful smelly flowers, and sometimes rest in golden smelly stamens. They are tirelessly enjoying it. I don't know whether these two brothers and wild chrysanthemum are congenial or whether they have a cold. Nose doesn't work! A gust of autumn wind blew, and wild chrysanthemums, bees and butterflies danced together in a lively and exciting smelly dance. They twisted their waists as if they were alone, as if they understood that this was the last dance, as if they were dying, because the near future would be winter, which was not their season. There is a dragonfly driving a helicopter to join the fun. I'm afraid others don't know you have money

I can't stand it if I don't watch it. My good mood has been destroyed. Go home!

Late Autumn (15)

Saturday afternoon, the intermittent light rain finally stopped. I think walking after the rain must be special, so I suggest going to the nearby Mingshan Park to relax.

When I came to the park, the first thing I saw was a big tree with mostly withered and yellow leaves. Looking up, the rest of the leaves on the tree are mostly yellow with green, only a few are still green. The fallen leaves are lying on the ground alone. They are no longer as thick as the yellow carpet when they came last time. I bent over and picked up a fallen leaf and put it in my palm. The fallen leaf with a few raindrops made me feel cool. At this time, a gust of wind blew, took away the fallen leaves and flew away with the wind, which made me feel even colder. What a depressing scene it is!

A few steps inside, a big stone suddenly appeared in front of me. "Eh, why didn't I find such a big stone here last time?" I looked at my mother doubtfully. "Because when we came last time, the stone was covered by so many green trees! Today, the branches and leaves of the trees have almost withered, so the stone is exposed!" The big stone is like a bird's head, and the word "ancient style" is engraved on the bird's beak.

In the middle of the park is a small square. At this time, there is no one to enjoy it. Around the square are several holly trees carefully trimmed into round balls by gardeners. They are still luxuriant and have no intention of withering. I immediately asked my mother for my mobile phone. After Baidu, I learned that holly is an evergreen tree all the year round.

There is another evergreen plant in the park - tiger thorn. Its leaves are even greener than holly trees, and they are simply shiny green. This is the first time I have seen such a strange tree. Its leaves are irregular in shape, and each corner has sharp thorns. I was very curious and wanted to taste the "power" of Laohu Sting. So I grabbed the leaves of the tiger thorn with my bare hands. "Wow, it hurts!" I screamed, and immediately drew back my hands. It seemed that my fingers were bleeding slightly. The tiger thorn was really as powerful as a tiger!

This time, although I didn't see the colorful flowers, nor did I smell the refreshing fragrance of osmanthus, nor did I encounter the industrious little bees and beautiful butterflies. But it made me feel another kind of beauty in late autumn - the beauty of bleakness!

Late Autumn (16)

The hot summer has passed, and Mother Autumn has covered the trees with gold, which looks like a yellow sea from high.

When the autumn wind blows, leaves fall one after another. Some dance like butterflies, some fly like yellow birds, and some spin like ballet dancers. The ground is covered with leaves.

I feel like living in the golden world!

October is the time when the rice is ripe. The fields are golden and the autumn wind blows over the half person tall rice. This huge rice field suddenly becomes a vast "sea". The rice twists its waist and legs under the guidance of the wind. How happy it is!

There are several clean white clouds floating in the clean sky. Yun'er seems to be too lonely. She amuses herself.

You see she has become a galloping horse, galloping happily along the endless Milky Way.

Maybe she is tired. Look, she soon becomes a beautiful peony and sits there to rest.

Her sitting posture is so graceful and noble.

The late autumn is colorful, the late autumn is noble, the late autumn is beautiful, the late autumn is no longer cold, it will become warmer and more sunny!

Late Autumn (17)

Yesterday was very hot, but today it began to rain. When I woke up in the morning, I quickly took out jeans and jeans from the cabinet and put them on. Come out of the door, still feel cool, ah! Is it late autumn?

It was raining outside, and the rain fell on the roof and the ground, splashing small water. The leaves, which had turned a little yellow, were dripping wet. The distant mountains loomed in the mist and rain. People walk in a hurry in the rain, rushing to school or work, holding colorful umbrellas in their hands, like small flowers, flowing through the street.

When I got to school, my classmates went outside to play without fear of cold. I put down my schoolbag and began to eat breakfast.

After the autumn wind, the autumn rain is continuous, one layer of autumn rain is cool, it seems that it will be colder and colder day by day.

Late Autumn (18)

I like late autumn and her poetic charm.

In late autumn, I like to watch the blue and silent sea. The gentle autumn wind is like a kind mother, gently stroking the bouncing waves, guiding them to gently swing in line after line, as if their wild, wild and unrestrained nature in the past could not compete with the loving mother. The warm autumn wind is like my most sincere bosom friend, sharing my pain and happiness with me; She is also the most enthusiastic and unrestrained girl. She rubs my face and touches my clothes from time to time, which makes my heart ripple a little; Occasionally, it is like a light gauze brushing, curling up a wisp of hair, the feeling of passing by, so light that I can not detect its coming and going in a hurry. And the spray splashes, and the autumn wind bursts, the spray seems to be the wind under the pomegranate skirt. I took a deep breath. At this moment, the autumn wind seems to be a quiet fragrance of flowers, spreading in my body, as if to get into my heart before giving up, where is the autumn wind! He is really an excellent actor. I am bathed in the colorful autumn wind, and all the sorrows and sorrows that have been suppressed for a long time have been taken away by the autumn wind, drifting far away and washed away

The battle of flowers and the battle of birds have become the passers-by of the years. Instead, they are lonely dead trees, like old people in the twilight. Even the leaves are withered and yellow, falling one by one and turning with the wind. Only those fiery maples can still grow strong, just like the burning flames from the dying late autumn. They are so dazzling that my flattered eyes can't stand it, so I have to pull them down.

I meditated silently, and what accompanied me was still the autumn wind, autumn leaves, and autumn spirit, which made me intoxicated. What a poetic late autumn.

Late Autumn (19)

In the morning, I opened my bleary eyes amid the chirp of birds. Open the window, and the breeze blows on my face, bringing some dew in the wind, deeply sucking the fresh air in the morning, refreshing. Late autumn morning has a unique taste.

Looking into the distance, a waning moon hangs on the horizon. Eh? Why is the moon still here, Father Sun?

I seem to understand when I see Aunt Moon in the clouds. It turned out that Aunt Moon was reluctant to part with the beautiful scenery in late autumn morning.

Into the depths of the woods, the autumn wind is bleak, and the slightest chill is cold. But you can't help but stay here, because here is far away from the noisy city, only you are alone, and your whole body is so quiet, so ethereal.

Walk on the path covered with fallen leaves, open your heart, face the gusts of autumn wind, and compete with it. At this time, you will smell a cool, fragrant smell of fruit trees. This flavor flows into your heart along your breath, dispelling the worries and troubles that have been on your mind for many days, and breeding is suddenly cheerful joy and joy. At this time, you seem to feel much lighter, and even want to fly to the branches to resonate with the birds and sing out your inner ecstasy.

In the late autumn morning, everything seemed so quiet. It's so quiet that you can hear your heart beating. Being in nature seems to have merged with nature. Lean against a big tree, close your eyes, as if you have become a tree; Squatting on a piece of grass and saying a few words, it seems that he has become its companion.

In the distance, wisps of cooking smoke floated over the forest, which was covered with a thin layer of smoke, as if it was a maze that could never be guessed. At the moment, you may have smelled a faint smoke smell, because wisps of thin smoke are playfully drifting past your fingertips, and you will unconsciously follow it. Maybe these wisps of smoke are the emissaries sent by my mother?

What an intoxicating 'morning' in late autumn, it lets people put aside troubles and stretch their eyebrows; It makes people forget their worries and feel relaxed and happy. It makes people retain childlike innocence and forget to return.

The taste of late autumn gives us a refreshing feeling. The morning of late autumn must be a gift from Old Time.

Late Autumn (20)

Autumn is a beautiful season like a fairy tale. It is incredibly beautiful, sad and melancholy.

Hehe, with the influence of a strong cold air recently, the late autumn that people are looking forward to and talking about comes to us unconsciously: under the sun, in a clump of wild grass, or in the cracks of the rough skin of an old locust tree towering into the sky, little by little, more or less, are old and fresh topics that people can't say clearly and say endlessly

isn't it? Autumn love in the deep sky. Look! It was full of fresh blue. Occasionally, a few floating clouds float in front of me, like a boat gently rowing across. Hee hee, let me stand on the balcony suddenly feel that at this moment, I am not looking up at the sky, but the sky is containing me. Yes, it is the sky that contains me with its broad mind. At this time, I seemed to be separated from myself, completely intoxicated in its gentle embrace. I really want to sing a song to express my happiness.

Look! The love of autumn is also on the blooming flowers. There are red, yellow, white and pink chrysanthemums in the flower growers' greenhouses. They are neither charming nor luxurious, but their extraordinary temperament and proud attitude attract everyone all the time. To be honest, we should thank autumn for its kindness. It is they that bring us such strong vitality of life when flowers wither and before the arrival of severe cold, which is undoubtedly the best gift for us in late autumn.

Listen, the love of autumn is still in the rustle of autumn leaves. Look! The leaves fall and dance with the wind. Enjoy the dancing of fallen leaves and listen to the low singing of autumn wind. Let it affect the tender feelings in the bottom of my heart, dancing, carrying the fallen leaves to the earth

I love late autumn, because it is golden; I love late autumn, because it is really deep; I love late autumn, because it makes everything deep.