The beautiful sentences describing dead leaves are as follows:

1. The grass and trees are wilting and the green leaves are turning yellow. Even if they have been baptized by a night of autumn rain, they will still look dry after the rain stops. appearance.

2. I sighed, the days of green leaves floating in front of my eyes, and then the dead leaves fell all over the ground, and the autumn wind blew the leaves away.

3. A sudden cold wind blew off a stubborn dead leaf. Although the parting was silent, it was already finalized. The dead branches will grow again next year, but the fallen leaves have given everything to her. The love between trees and leaves, one is ruthless and the other is regretless.

4. There were yellow dead leaves under the tree. When they were blown by the wind, they first danced a few times in the air, and then they actually played hide and seek with me. They were so naughty, forget it. , go find her.

5. The fall of one leaf cannot change the lushness of the entire tree, let alone the desolation of the entire summer.

6. Do you know that the withered autumn leaves, as the empty winter spreads across the earth, will make me wander in nowhere.

7. Do you feel this warmth? A broken leaf, I don’t know when it fell on my shoulder, with a faint yellow color exuding the smell of dust, and the original beauty can still be seen in the dry fine lines. You can imagine what a joy it would be if the greenery revived.

8. Outside the window, the black wind was blowing the dead leaves on the branches fiercely. Some of them couldn't stand the cold and were swept away without leaving a trace; the rest clung to the dry branches, as if they were clinging to the last trace of the majestic years in the sky, and they were so high that they couldn't stand it. Be cold!

9. The chestnut leaves fell off one after another, leaving only the bare and dark branches. Even the vineyards could not escape this fate, and the branches and leaves declined early. Everywhere in the countryside was soaked by this autumn rain, imprinted with a desolate autumn charm. Water vapor condenses into fog on the low rivers and rolls into clouds in the high mountains.

10. Keep waiting for a leaf that refuses to fall to fall, and think of the green youth of the whole tree. Winter is coming, hide in bed and prepare for a long hibernation. I look at the last withered leaves, loosening, falling, turning, and mourning for the passing time...