fallen leaves造句怎么写

Look, the falling leaves are all yellow. Lots of fallen leaves make the road yellow.

Gently, a piece of fallen leaves floating into my heart, filled with all my heart. Slowly, my heart goes with the fallen leaves, I can not find.

The wind blows off the fallen leaves, and also blows off my last trace of missing.

It over-wintered with the pupa in fallen leaves or the weeds of ground.

The autumn wind rustled, the fallen leaves flutters, even if the fallen leaves can not resist the magic of the autumn wind, the branches can not leave the leaves, but the beautiful encounters are only once in the sky.

A season of grass incense, a piece of fallen leaves, plain and hard to describe, fallen leaves resentment! love till dusk knows not weariness, heart, in the desolation of autumn, confused and confused.

The cold wind outside the window blows, rendering the cold of the night. The fallen leaves float past the window and follow the leaves to the distant place.

The autumn wind swept the fallen leaves, and the withered leaves left their mother who raised them, dancing like butterflies and sliding into the river.

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When the fallen leaves are no longer floating, the tired heart can not afford to trek too much.

Sunshine sprinkles mottled shadows through the dense leaves, the breeze blows, the leaves jump and sing like birds on the branches, and the fallen leaves on the ground flutter up and down.

I was at a loss to see the fallen leaves flying. At this time, I seemed to have become a tree, standing in situ, unable to pick up a fallen leaf, and could not return a trace of heartache.

那些牵绊，一瞬间就翻涌上来，如同海啸一般铺天盖地，无所循形。

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When autumn arrived, the wisteria withered. Its leaves were dancing like dancers. With the command of Grandpa Feng, they danced gracefully. The ground was covered with fallen leaves, leaving only a string of fruits on the vine.

The shadow of the moon swayed, and the night wind whirled the fallen leaves in the air, and the bright moonlight sprinkled through the fine bamboo leaves on the bluestone paved path.

When the fallen leaves come to their roots, the leaves fly to their mother's feet, turn into dust and nourish the soil, thus ending their short and full life.

Even if the fallen flowers can not catch up with the flowers and the fallen leaves can not catch up with the new leaves, they still do not give up, they hope to chase the dream that can only be a miracle.

The colourful seasons greatly relieved the visual fatigue of working a week before the computer, from the goose yellow to the green green and the golden yellow of the fallen leaves.

The legacy of dilapidated shops, the wet and slippery mountain paths after rain, the unexplained fallen leaves and springs on the mountain from time to time should all be more annoying.

At this time, I asked my mother to take a photograph of me as a souvenir. I grabbed the fallen leaves on the ground and scattered them in the air, instantly feeling like a fairy.

Youth is a time of dream. A few years ago, it seemed that it was a dream that would never come, lying on the grass and counting the stars in the sky, squeaking the fallen leaves in the maple leaves and playing in the snow.

I do not know what the mood, deep bent down, squatting in front of the fallen leaves, picking up the exhausted leaves, a warm touch of touch on the cheek, a drop of tears on the leaf, I look at the drop of tears, I taste the long disconsolate of melancholy, the heart of the spread of an untold sadness.

I want to travel with you! If you can, in the fall, in the near dusk, walk with you on a path like this, listen to the fallen leaves to pour into the autumn wind, listen to the clouds of love of the blue sky, and I, I will use a shallow smile, to listen to the whisper you overlook my ear.

In the sand-laden sky, Liu Huozhai and Lie Qianming are no longer visible, only the swords and air guns can be seen vertically and horizontally, and the pain of crushed stones and fallen leaves brushing across the cheeks can be felt.

He rakes fallen leaves.

The wind whirled the fallen leaves about.

The drain was stopped up with fallen leaves.

See the fallen leaves research, with a little smile.

Odour drawn out of fallen leaves by the pale filtering sunlight soaked his nostrils.

Pieces of fallen leaves became golden butterflies dancing in the branches.

Vegetation leaves a pile of fallen leaves in autumn, turning gray hair, wrinkles as deep as the rings in the corners of the eyes.

However, once you look at the fallen leaves on the ground, you will quietly change your mood.

The wind has risen again, more fallen leaves are drifting away, and the steps of autumn are closer.

People live, low-key as fallen leaves, although injured, but has gone through the wind, rain, cold, experienced spring, summer, autumn and winter.

The breeze passed, a cool, with the depression of summer to take away. It's just the occasional fallen leaves that make people feel a little sad.

It is a hard job to get up in the morning and sweep the fallen leaves. Especially in autumn and winter, when the wind rises, the leaves always fall with the wind.

The fallen leaves are beautiful, though they lose their nutrition, lose their moisture, and lose their vigor green, and replace the withered yellow. At this time, the fallen leaves are more old, and the amber of the whole body suggests that it has experienced the vicissitudes of life.

They were not the leafy words of an effective life, young with energy and Belonging to the tree. They were the hosts of fallen leaves of a life that is ineffectual.

October is the most beautiful season in Beijing. Because autumn is fleeting, but the fallen leaves are beautiful. When the wind rises, with a little solemnity and desolation, it appears that the red leaves all over the mountains become more and more vigorous.

Tao Ze took off all the fallen leaves and soil on his body. He stepped on the branches just now. When he decided to throw the whole man on the ground, he blocked his figure with the help of the surrounding bushes.

The wind whirled (up) the fallen leaves.

The road was dusty and mixed with fallen leaves.

The ground was covered with fallen leaves, and I walked along the path.

I believe what in her description are fallen leaves in the autumn instead of the leaves are still on the tree with no sense of swaying.

The autumn wind of the rustle changes the color of the world, and the fallen leaves only leave the branches, one in turn, a small wind rises, the fallen leaves gently turn several bodies then the gentle deciduous leaves, and I step on the golden land.

A gust of wind blows the yellow leaves falling all over the sky, which are filled with memories of life. The fallen leaves of memories are filled with waiting and intoxication.

The sheep-intestine stone road is covered with fallen leaves and snow. From time to time, eagles fly over our heads, crunch the snow, and wow the birds'calls, which add some life to the silent valley.

Past events are like the dots of autumn red on the hills, which will eventually accompany the fallen leaves to the ground in a hurry. If we can forget each other cleanly after the brilliant possession, it is also a kind of understanding.

cried Hester, flinging herself on the fallen leaves beside him.

Gently, a fallen leaf floated into my heart and filled all my heart. Slowly, my heart drifted away with fallen leaves, and I could never find it again.

This is because the fallen leaves from the trees of Basongcou bank can be seen in the Tashi Island of Nam co.

In this coming and going red dust, I wish to leave behind a row of vicissitudes to commemorate our transient love. I will turn into a fallen leaf, because I am the embodiment of fallen leaves. Until the next world, flying on the road you walk, with the last moment staring at your shadow's retention.

The path is covered with colorful fallen leaves, like a butterfly with folded wings, stepping on the fallen leaves, as if it could feel the pulse of autumn.

Some leaves are yellow, like autumn rice ears, some fallen leaves red, like bright red scarves, some deciduous leaves are green, but there are many yellow and black spots on it, like an old man with a year of blight, and some deciduous leaves are dark brown, like a cup of thick coffee.

So you go back to your hometown, let all the fallen leaves come to their roots, and life begins anew.

Often go to the bamboo grove in the back hill of Grandma's house, step on and kick the soft fallen leaves, help Hsinchu peel off its shameful clothes, and want to climb up the bamboo pole to see the world, but never succeeded.