1. It’s autumn again. I habitually look up at the sky and see leaves falling one after another from the sky. I think they should be happy because next year they will be back on the tree in a new form. However, when I lowered my head, what I saw was a different scene.

2. When a large piece of fiery red leaves falls, there are always people who ignore it. But I love it, put it in the book, and cherish this beautiful memory.

3. All life must undergo precipitation to gain thickness. The falling of leaves is actually an interpretation of complete life. The fallen leaves are melodious, just completing the precipitation of life.

4. The tree is still a tree, the leaves are still leaves, the playground is still the playground, and it is still the same as when I was in elementary school, but my heart is not as happy as it was in elementary school, and it is even empty. There are only fallen leaves on the ground.

5. The fallen leaves are scattered on the ground. Time has taken off its beautiful coat, put it in a yellow and ugly old coat, and taken away its work permit. Looking at their lonely figures, I saw those old and resigned people. Aren’t they just like that kind of people? Although I have resigned, my heart will always remain at work and I hope to dedicate my love to society during my lifetime.

6. Fallen leaves, it is you who embellish the autumn jungle. The jungle is like a landscape painting, making autumn more gorgeous. It is you who dance happily like a dancer and fly like a butterfly. It brings us a beautiful feeling.

7. The autumn wind is desolate, rolling up the long yellow sand, and the withered leaves are flying all over the sky with it. The pieces are like butterflies and elves, floating in the sky for a long time and refusing to fall. After a while, it lay quietly on the ground again, telling its sorrow alone. Everything was so quiet. I didn’t hear the joy of the harvest, I didn’t see the fruitful results, and I couldn’t even imagine that this was the autumn I was waiting for. In this autumn, the only fear is that the leaves will fall! I originally said that the melody of autumn is tense and radical, but I can't understand its rhythm. It is more like the helplessness and melancholy in "Autumn Moon in the Han Palace". I thought autumn would be a joyful and picturesque scene, but the reality is that it has bare branches and sparse trees.

8. Fallen leaves, some are like boats sailing in the wind, some are like acrobats turning somersaults and falling, and some are like gliders circling down in flat circles.

9. In the early morning, I came to the park. I found that the trees in the park were not as green and lush as before, and the leaves fell all over the ground. A gust of autumn wind blew by, and the fallen leaves on the ground danced in the wind, like beautiful butterflies dancing gracefully. Some of the fallen leaves on the ground have withered; some have just fallen and still have a faint hint of green; some have fallen a few days ago and have several holes eaten by insects.

10. Another gust of wind came, so fierce and so deep. The maple leaves are rolling and falling one by one. I looked at the falling maple leaves and couldn't help but have a lot of thoughts. The leaves fall without leaving a trace. Indeed, the fallen leaves fall so peacefully, so silently that no one notices them at all.

11. The earth is wearing a golden sweater, withered yellow leaves and bright maple leaves falling down, like a few colorful butterflies flying in the air. Although the frost is coming, Grandpa Qingsong is still wearing a green robe, which makes him look even greener. In the garden, the flowers are vying for beauty, red like fire, pink like clouds, and white like snow, so beautiful. All the leaves on the persimmon trees have fallen, but the yellow persimmons are still hanging on the fingers, like large and small orange lanterns, and the red crabapples weigh down the branches.

12. In autumn, in the beautiful melody of autumn thoughts, the strings of life are plucking the fallen leaves of every life, sometimes like a violent storm tilting the earth, falling a piece of golden beauty The silk and satin is covered with the journey of life, sometimes like an ethereal dream girl, gently depressed, unwilling to wake up the sleeping earth, walking quietly, dancing lightly in the direction of the wind. The precipitation dissolves the loneliness and the lingering trace.

13. The leaves on the trees are gradually turning yellow, and the falling leaves are like golden birds, flying up and down.

14. Standing among the trees, I listened quietly. The fallen leaves fell to the ground, and there was a faint sound of instructions as thin as cicada wings. At that moment, I imagined that the autumn fields were as golden as Monet's paintings, so gorgeous. I imagined that outside the window as dusk grew darker, deep in the autumn forest, there was a large manor with a steeple top, its outline blurred and tender and silent. The cool autumn wind blew by, and from time to time golden leaves slowly floated down in front of me, so gentle, so quiet, so light, as if they were guarding a fragile dream.

15. There are many beautiful leaves in autumn, such as the golden ginkgo leaves, which also make me feel the beauty of autumn. The soft ginkgo leaves stretch their "body" and sway with the wind when a gust of wind blows. The ginkgo leaves are like delicate little fans, fanning us, like a peacock spreading its tail, adding beauty to our lives. Ginkgo leaves have only a few small "blood vessels", which are very unique and will never be forgotten after one glance. The brilliant golden ginkgo leaves left a deep impression on me.

16. Look, the maple leaves are fiery red, glowing red, and bright red. They are fluttering in the autumn wind, smiling in the sunset, and are praised by people. Showing off her soft figure vigorously. Looking at the fiery red maple trees, I couldn't help but think of the poem by Du Mu, a poet of the Tang Dynasty: "Frost leaves are as red as February flowers.

17. Leaves in the wind Swinging. Suddenly, a leaf was blown away from the embrace of the big tree by the wind, hovering quietly in the air, fluttering gently in the wind, like a dying butterfly in the air. Flying, and finally falling to the ground in a graceful arc. At that moment, my heartstrings were touched. It turned out that this was the way it chose to face death. Even if it reaches the end of its life, it will still show its most beautiful side. Come out and don’t want to leave with any regrets.

18. The fallen leaves in the North create such a tragic atmosphere! The fallen leaves are dyed golden, or maybe they are the first ones to fall. Then there were two pieces, like two broken golden butterflies. But then, there was a golden-red shower, and then a golden-red carpet spread out under the tree. , as if made of iron, standing with bare and sparse tree trunks and branches, piercing the high blue sky and light clouds

19. Autumn has come with the sound of falling leaves, and the morning is as fresh as dewdrops. . The sky emits a soft light, clear and ethereal, which makes people want to hear the singing of a skylark flying high, just like looking at the blue sea and thinking of seeing a piece of white sail. When it flies away, it spreads out extremely gorgeously. . So dusk.

20. The autumn rain hit their faces, and piles of dark gray clouds were pressing down on the earth. It was already late autumn, and the endless trees in the forest were all bare. , the old tree stood gloomily, letting the brown moss cover its wrinkles. The ruthless autumn stripped off their beautiful clothes, and they had to stand there bare.

21. Fallen leaves. It is lonely. He falls alone in this autumn. He is the main theme of autumn and also symbolizes the ultimate of all things. The maple leaves are dyed red and the ginkgo is falling. It is a pity that he cannot stand in the cold winter and cannot accompany me through the pink makeup. The world of jade. He is so free and unrestrained, without any sadness. He comes in a hurry and leaves in a hurry, leaving no gap.

22. The fallen leaves fall in the wind. Layer it on, it's a little soft. We pick it up and throw it into the air, and it will fly to houses, cars, rivers, etc. In our eyes, we see gold everywhere, as if it is embellished. /p>

23. In the forest path, the golden fallen leaves were scattered all over the ground, and I was moved by the unknown poetry. I even had the fantasy of a girl of this age who longs for adventure. < /p>

24. The autumn wind gradually blows, and the flying leaves fall into the soil. The setting sun shines the gentle afterglow on them, and the leaves bloom with the last ray of light that is indelible in the world. landscape. I closed my eyes tightly and suddenly remembered: "The falling red is not a heartless thing, it turns into spring mud to protect the flowers."

25. I was walking in the maple forest, surrounded by trees. The autumn season has come and will pass. What is carried away by the autumn wind? Is it missing? Or happy? ...My heartstrings are already blowing in the wind. There are endless fantasies in my heart, still stuck in that flower-blooming season. In this season of falling leaves, what will be left behind? Is it that innocence or that **? The change and passing of time have diluted the persistence in my heart, but left behind bitter memories. Time is boundless, it is impossible to penetrate the outer wall of time, and it is impossible to grasp its wings. It passed by so fast, perhaps, it was as traceless as a fallen leaf. It came so silently, and left so hurriedly and peacefully.

26. The ripe little red beans, some like agate, some like pearls, are hanging all over the branches, forming a small flower umbrella with the dense green leaves. It’s so cute!

27. A breeze blew by, and the leaves on the tree rustled. I lowered my head and picked up a leaf. This leaf was like a small hand, and the red tip of the head seemed to be dripping. Hey, Why do maple leaves turn red in autumn? Well, it turns out that the relatively low temperature in autumn destroys the chlorophyll in the maple leaves and turns the chlorophyll into anthocyanins, so the maple leaves in autumn are red.

28. The spring is beautiful, and the young leaves are green. They are like newborn babies, delicate and fresh. They happily start their own life. This is the prelude to joy; summer is long, and the leaves are green. With the deep green, quietly savoring the joy of life, this is the beautiful and long subject; the autumn is long, the leaves fall peacefully to the ground, that is their final destination, and life ends here, () this It’s a melodious and sad ending. Perhaps its dream has been shattered, but it is not sad at all, and it smiles as before.

29. In the golden autumn of October, the autumn wind blows coolly, and the leaves fall, like butterflies flying in the air. What a beautiful painting it was - leaves falling and butterflies flying. When the wild geese flew south in pairs, I walked on the path full of fallen leaves and enjoyed the unique beauty.

30. The fallen leaves are fluttering, and my heart goes with them. Its life is coming to an end. Although its life is short, it is full and interesting.

It has been young and glorious. Perhaps its vigorous vitality and gorgeous appearance were incomparable to those proud flowers and noble grass. But what it thinks about is not nostalgia for life, but the understanding of the meaning of life. Maybe it thinks it is worth it even if it is burned at the end of its life, at least leaving its last trace of warmth in a corner of the world.

31. A sudden burst of warm wind caused more leaves to fall down, just like autumn butterflies dancing in the air. But like a butterfly in late autumn, it disappears so quickly and silently, and its beauty can only be captured in an instant. The little feet carefully stepped on the autumn leaves, making a crisp and sweet sound that lingered in the ears.

32. Some people say that the fallen leaves in autumn are withered and have no value. I don't think so. "Falling red is not a heartless thing, it turns into spring mud to protect flowers." It falls in autumn, melts into the soil and becomes the nourishment of the big tree mother, giving birth to the hope of spring. I believe that among the buds of next spring, there must be a faint smile of autumn leaves.

33. When I saw the fallen leaves, I thought of the sweaty teachers who used their spring breeze and rain-like teachings to make us thrive; when I saw the fallen leaves, I thought and felt that autumn should not be Sad; when I see the fallen leaves, I think of the cleaners, who are unknown but do extraordinary work in ordinary positions... When I see the fallen leaves, I think of many, many things.

34. I often walk into the land of late autumn, look at the golden forest, see the fallen leaves and flowers, I feel the season of life cycle, the warmth of the sun penetrates, under the reflection of the green world, in the photosynthesis The freshness and brightness given to me, as well as the endless oxygen element I breathe, are all making my body and mind happy, and they are all decorating my beautiful clothes, but I will also feel sad for the fallen leaves floating here and there. Life is short. I know that the falling leaves are for the birth of new leaves and for the tree of life to become more lush and prosperous. "Falled leaves are not heartless things. They turn into spring mud to protect flowers." In fact, falling leaves are in a kind of way. Visible life forms change into invisible torrent of life, she melts the spring soil, she melts into rivers, she deeply enriches the earth with deep roots.

35. The autumn leaves are so colorful, yellow as gold, green as jade, red as fire, etc., making the autumn girl look particularly enchanting. A gust of cool breeze blew by, and the golden leaves, swaying small fans, floated down from the sky, seeming to tell a beautiful fairy tale.

36. The yellow fallen leaves, one or two, are floating lightly on the water, like countless small boats, slowly swinging away in the wind.

37. Looking at the withered yellow leaves, I seem to understand something. In this fleeting time, I suddenly realized how much time I had wasted. Until now, Fang Ruyi woke up from the dream. After so many years of walking in a daze, what exactly are you pursuing? I laugh at myself for being so stupid. For so many years, I have asked the sky what I am pursuing, but no answer has come from the sky. I laugh at myself for being too crazy. For many years, I have been pursuing a dream persistently, but suddenly looking back, everything has failed. It is also a way of laughing and sighing, and having no words to express my sorrow. For a perfect ending, we have gone through ups and downs for so many years. Looking back on the past, the memory has long been blurred, and everything is just like the falling maple leaves. Open the inner window again and walk through that long road, which is far away from us.

38. Fallen leaves are actually very beautiful, but not many people will discover them and appreciate them. As long as you observe carefully, you will know how to discover and appreciate beauty.

39. The autumn wind swept by, and the leaves fell one after another. Some danced like butterflies, some spread their wings like orioles, and some spun lightly like dancers.

40. I raised my head and what caught my eye was a fiery red maple forest. The maple leaves are so bright and red. I walked into the maple forest, picked up a maple leaf, and observed it carefully. This maple leaf looks like a beautiful red five-star, and also like an open little palm. The veins of the leaves stretch wildly among the leaves, as if they are the most beautiful here, but they quietly add a touch of beauty to the maple leaves. I looked at the maple leaves again. The color of this maple leaf is so beautiful. It is bright red, so bright and beautiful.

41. The amber dusk is slightly hazy, and bits of sunlight jump through the gaps in the leaves on the clear windows. Outside the window, a fallen leaf was falling quietly, and the leisurely curve suddenly brightened my eyes. Unable to hold back my throbbing heart, I stepped into the deep forest path.

42. I bent down to pick up the fallen leaf, looked at it, and couldn't help but want to trace back what it looked like when I was young. It must be verdant and tender, and must have clear veins, but even if it has a shocking brilliance of life, it cannot deviate from the laws of nature. As the clouds roll in and the tide rises and falls, its soft leaves dry up unconsciously, and the orange patches on the leaves are the imprints left by the wind and rain.

43. A leaf has only one life. When autumn comes, it falls from the tree and ends its life. But it turned its body into fertilizer and gave it to the earth.

How great are the fallen leaves!

44. I like the fallen leaves in autumn, and I like to treasure them deeply in the pages of my books, in my drawers, and in the beautiful world I decorate. Looking for my life, looking for the color of my life, and the origin of my inability to be free and easy. Falling leaves are not just the curtain call of the dance pavilion, but the construction of a new dance floor, in the noise, in the autumn wind, in the story Here, in the world of sound and silence, fallen leaves are floating gently here and there, in the world of the sea of ??people, in the beautiful nature.

45. Picking up a few fallen leaves that fell in front of my feet like elves, I was surprised to find that the fallen leaves in autumn are also so colorful: the dark green has not faded away, but the It has a mature golden color; it may be old, and its face only has a brown color. Although it is not as colorful as the sunset, and although it is not as gentle and elegant as the willow tree, it is enough to move people's hearts. Green like jade, brown like night, gold like clouds... intertwined into a colorful picture on the ground.

46. Look, there are leaves falling swayingly over there, some dancing like butterflies, some flying like birds spreading their wings, and some spinning lightly like dancers. I ran over and stretched out my hands to catch a piece. Ha, it looks like a golden boat. Maybe it fell down because it wanted to fall into the embrace of the river? I gently put it into the river. The river flowed loudly, as if applauding in welcome. The "little boat" swirled gently, said goodbye to me, and began its interesting voyage.

47. The long-awaited autumn has finally come. That leaf left a startling glimpse in my eyes like a dragonfly on water, easily piercing the gloom in my heart, and the long and complicated worries were like The flying yellow leaves of autumn will eventually settle.

48. The autumn wind is bleak, rolling up the yellow leaves on the branches, dancing like a group of beautiful dead leaf butterflies. The large tracts of yellow leaves are rolling up and down in the wind, like rain. Some leaves have turned dark orange, some are only yellow, and some are still half green and half yellow. Watching the dead leaves that were still standing on the branches yesterday fall one after another, spreading a thick layer on the ground, lying on the cold ground, they are so fragile that it makes people feel distressed.

49. Walking alone in the courtyard, stepping into the shade of a tree, the rustling sound under my feet was like the whisper of life. The autumn wind rustles, playing sad string rhymes. The sky is high and the clouds are clear, and the shadows of a group of geese pass by. Suddenly, a fallen leaf broke into my sight, gently brushed my cheek, quietly rotated in the autumn wind, and slowly fell to the ground. I slowly stretched out my palm and let it float into my palm.

50. Fallen leaves hurried past. But I can't imagine the last threshold at the end of life and what is behind it. But I think every tree of life that is close to it will fly its last leaf at the last moment.

51. The autumn wind blew by, picking up the fallen leaves. Flying, flying... The last yellow leaf finally settled in the corner of my eyes, gradually dispersed, became smaller, and finally disappeared. The scenes from the past appeared before my eyes again.

52. Look, the maple leaves are fiery red, glowing red, and bright red. They are fluttering in the autumn wind, smiling in the sunset, and amidst people's praise. Show off your beautiful body vigorously. Looking at the fiery red maple tree, I couldn't help but think of the poem by Du Mu, a poet from the Tang Dynasty: "Frost leaves are as red as February flowers.

53. It is no longer green, but withered and yellow. It has lost It has lost its former youth and has become old. Maybe you will say it is ugly because it has become a stain on the beauty of nature. However, I say it is beautiful. It is old now, but it was once glorious and it will now be integrated into it. The earth will become soil, and it will also nurture young and old trees so that the leaves they will grow in the future will be more brilliant than them. 54. The fallen leaves float to the underworld and return to silence. What power can restore a fallen leaf and make it return to the branch, as green as ever? This is a kind of passage, a natural process. It will eventually penetrate into the soil, turn into fertilizer, and nourish another new life. This is it. The continuation and transcendence of oneself are also the eternity of the beautiful moments of fallen leaves. 55. Fallen leaves are like beautiful butterflies. When they fall, each of their spinning dances makes people feel. They are just beautiful butterflies. Accompanied by the breeze, they dance gracefully on the drums of the wind and return to the embrace of Mother Earth.

56. Unknowingly, autumn comes. Come, it has neither the tenderness of spring, the enthusiasm of summer, nor the indifference of winter. Autumn is beautiful and desolate. As the ancients often wrote, autumn is both sad and beautiful, when you see the yellow and green leaves. They float in the wind and fall quietly to the ground.

57. The falling leaves are the messengers of autumn, heralding the splendor of autumn. The teacher loves these fallen leaves that are dancing in the autumn. They are butterflies fluttering about to fly. Although they have fallen on the ground, they are happy. Yes, they are the happiest. Unfortunately, I don’t have the same sentiments as the teacher. Unfortunately, I don’t understand the expression in the teacher’s eyes. happy.

58. Autumn is the season of maturity, but it is also accompanied by the autumn wind sweeping the fallen leaves, ruthlessly scraping the autumn leaves from the trunks and branches of life. The fallen leaves are like the dusk of life, coming and going in autumn. In the wind, in the baptism of endless years, her life is slowly withered. She devotes her life to nature. She locks her love for life firmly on the trunk of life. Maturity is a kind of The perfection of life comes with the coming of autumn. The fallen leaves slowly shake off the wings of life in the cool air. Her withering, her drifting, and the following of her heart are all dripping with the natural wind and rain. , to break away, to be eternally integrated into the heart of a new piece of nature. Walking is to better stay in the natural scenery, walking is for new life, the renewal and dancing space of new life.

59. Some people say that the fallen leaves in autumn are like snow in winter. Snow will turn into water in spring, and water will turn into steam, and then turn into rain or snow, and then return to the ground. Over and over again, the snow will always surround the ground in some form. Today's autumn leaves seem unable to complete the same cycle as snow. The rustling sound when the wind blows off the leaves is the last dialogue between the fallen leaves and the trees. They will be carried away by the wind, or burned by people, in the raging fire. With tears in his eyes, he turned into ashes.

60. Falling leaves are like songs. Falling leaves complete their journey little by little, but they will eventually turn into soil. The wind in the night knocks the autumn rhythm, and thousands of leaves and thousands of voices are all hate.

61. The autumn wind accompanied the fallen leaves and they began their journey together by different paths. The vitality of spring dimmed. The colors of spring and the heat of summer are all buried by autumn. Autumn brings coolness, but also brings a sad feeling.

62. The fiery red maple leaves make people feel the beauty of autumn. The unique shape of the maple leaf is like a small claw, which looks very playful. It looks like a lifelike peacock. The "small blood vessels" of the maple leaves are crisscrossed and dazzling. The maple leaf is about 13 centimeters long, slightly wider than long. The three largest "claws" have a few protruding "little teeth", which is very cute. The maple leaves fell gently on my hands, and were blown away by a breeze. Not only did I want to go sightseeing in the mountains and rivers. In the sunshine, the red leaves of that tree are so dazzling, layer upon layer, densely packed, really like balls of burning flames. It is waving to us in the wind, as if it wants to show its strong vitality. I stared at the fiery red maple leaves, and couldn't help but think of Du Mu's poem "Stop and sit in the maple forest at night, the frost leaves are as red as the February flowers."

How lovely the wind is too!