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The autumn wind rustles, the golden wind brings refreshing spring flowers, the autumn moon, the autumn moon, the spring breeze, the autumn moon, the spring flowers
Clear clouds, autumn moon, high sky, light red, fading green, reduced frost, red leaves, maple forest Dyeing to the fullest
One leaf knows the autumn, the west wind is still shining, the autumn wind is swaying, and the sycamore leaves are falling
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1. The autumn wind is also a master of color mixing. She came to the field and gave red to sorghum, and sorghum waved to her happily. She came to the orchard and gave orange to the persimmon. From a distance, the persimmon looked like a small lantern. She came to the forest and painted red paint on the maple trees. It looked like flames were rolling. She came.
2. Walking on the road, the trees on both sides of the road stood there alone, the leaves drifted away with the wind, leaving only the bare trunks. Sometimes the autumn wind blows, and it sways violently, as if it is repelling; sometimes the autumn wind blows, and it sways gently, as if it is playing; again, the autumn wind blows, and it straightens its back, motionless, as if it is resisting. Trees accompany the autumn wind. When the autumn wind comes, the trees will definitely start to shed their leaves. It is a symbol of the coming autumn wind.
3. The clear sky at the end of late autumn is like an endless calm blue sea; strong white light beats in the air, like microwaves rising from the sea; patches of sorghum at the foot of the mountain are always swaying with plump ears. , like undulating red water; while the yellowed leaves give the fields a withered color.
4. The autumn wind blows, and the folds of a lake stir up the past that is sleeping at the bottom of the memory. Standing in the depths of autumn, you release your soul, slightly closing your trembling eyes. Autumn is the color of burning flames, every day A patch of color clings to the roots of autumn and explores the distant sky.
5. The rain from the sky floats one by one, like fine sand flying all over the sky; it brings hope to the green things on the earth, moistening the leaf tips, and also to the teal in the river pond. It brings a sense of joy and explores the mystery of autumn.
6. 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 arms 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.
7. The golden phoenix tree in the school is immersed in the autumn wind. Look, the fallen golden phoenix leaves look very relaxed on the ground. At this time, gusts of autumn wind gently blew down the yellow leaves that were reluctant to fall on the trees. The leaves on the ground may be too lonely. Seeing the arrival of new friends, I quickly swirled to say hello to the new friends. The autumn wind was still blowing. The leaves on the ground are like a group of carefree children, seemingly coming and going freely.
8. 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.
9. The rustling autumn wind gently holds the arm of the soft willow, dancing gracefully with the singing of golden bells and the sound of crickets in the grass. Tuberose and Milan are quietly blooming, exuding A hint of cool fragrance.
10. The branches in the forest are weeping under the caress of the autumn wind. My child, your curled body is migrating like a goose to which piece of sunshine warms your cold body. The earth is shaking and sobbing in the autumn wind. The autumn wind, I pray that you will give the wandering children the wings to soar, flying over the loneliness of autumn and the cold of winter.
11. Look! The golden grass in autumn is dotted with dots of fiery red. It is the maple leaves falling gently in the breeze, like red palms rushing towards the earth and embracing it, making the beautiful grass like the night sky. There are dazzling stars shining in it, and the beautiful grass is like a painter accidentally dripping red paint into the golden color, making the autumn colors more charming.
12. The fog surrounded the green mountains. The mountains took off the green gauze they used to wear and put on a white autumn clothes, but it was also very thin. The clothes were blown by the autumn wind. Falling, there is always an elegant feeling. The mountain always stands there, using its huge body to resist the attack of the autumn wind. Everything is solemn and everything is strong.
13. The autumn rain falls swiftly. Thin raindrops weave a gray curtain between heaven and earth.
14. When the autumn wind blows, it stops the cicada’s endless squeaking music; when the autumn wind blows, it cools down the stuffy heat in the air; when the autumn wind blows, it blows away the poisonous heat of summer The sun is shining; the autumn wind is blowing, and people's accumulated boredom for a whole summer is finally blown away by this cool autumn wind, making everyone feel particularly comfortable.
15. The autumn breeze is also something people look forward to. It is not the surprise of the dancing leaves, nor the sad reverie of autumn, but the sweetness and joy of harvest. It climbs up to the ripe fruits with joy, and jumps onto the bamboo basket filled with fruits with success, adding sweetness and happiness. It presents endless sweetness and fragrance to the orchard, showing the harvest scene of "autumn fruits are ripe everywhere".
16. At this time, a peach-shaped leaf fell in front of me. I held it in my hand and thought: It might be a small fairy peach that Sun Wukong accidentally knocked off when he stole it. ? As soon as it fell to the mortal world, it turned into a small leaf. I put it under my nose and smelled it. It seemed to have the aroma of ordinary peaches!
17. 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, a flock of geese are passing 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.
18. The autumn wind is happy. It gently plays the spring water, and the spring water emits crisp notes. It happily plays with the stream, waving drop by drop of crystal water, and the water All the little fish were attracted by the wonderful performance of the autumn wind, and happily jumped out of the water, stirring up beautiful water splashes.
19. The autumn wind blew rustlingly, dyeing the fields yellow and the maple leaves red, bringing a hint of coolness.
20. The autumn wind gave us the fruits. When the wind blows, the grapes are ripe and crystal clear, like red sandalwood-colored gems still shining with silvery white light! The apples are bright red on the branches, like red lanterns, lighting themselves up and shining on others; the yellow pears are like golden gourds; the green cantaloupes are gradually being passed on in people's mouths, and the brown ones are spreading in people's mouths. People are full of praise for their brown seeds and sweet water; Hainan bananas also go up the trees with people's love, waiting for people to pick... The magic of the autumn wind is so powerful!
21. The cool autumn breeze penetrates through the open window and caresses the cheeks, bringing a somewhat poignant feeling. It is not as cold and biting as the winter wind, nor as hot and lazy as the summer wind, nor as gentle and delicate as the spring breeze. It only carries the slightest coolness and loneliness, gently and quietly, penetrating into people's hearts.
22. In autumn, most of the leaves gradually turn yellow, and some have withered. Only the maple leaves turn red, fiery red, adding a beautiful scenery to the autumn. It is really "Frost leaves are as red as February flowers"!
23. The autumn wind comes to the forest, which is a paradise for insects, and autumn insects are vying to chirp. Crickets, grasshoppers, weavers, grasshoppers, cicadas, one sound, one after another, sometimes far and sometimes near, sometimes high and sometimes low, sometimes long and sometimes short, sometimes thick and sometimes thin, like wonderful singing, these notes of nature Pieced together into a sonata of autumn. All the composers and performers in the vibrant concert hall added infinite vitality to this autumn. The music of nature and the performance of insects make the forest more harmonious and full of vitality. The music of nature will also make us immersed in it and intoxicated.
24. The autumn wind in the woods is naughty. Sometimes it makes the leaves dance, sometimes it makes the trees play the piano, sometimes it races with the creek, sometimes it plays with the birds, and sometimes...; the autumn wind in the city is... Quietly, it seldom sings, and even when it sings, it is in a very small voice, not adding notes to this noisy city; the autumn wind on the grassland is long, "Wow--" it shouts softly in a long tone, as if Calling friends in the distance, the waves of grass seem to be marks left to friends.
25. The autumn wind blew the persimmons red, the eggplants purple, the grapefruits round, the bananas bent, and even the farmer's uncle's mouth was bent. Look! This year's harvest is really good. These baskets and boxes are extremely heavy! Look, in the field, the full-grained rice is heavy and dancing with the wind. The autumn wind stirs the layers of golden waves, exuding an alluring fragrance and conveying the harvest message to the farmer's uncle. What a golden ocean! The waves of wheat are layered one after another, echoing with the autumn wind, as if singing a hymn for the field and the joyful harvest scene.
26. Autumn is here, the weather is getting colder and colder, and the leaves are beginning to turn yellow. When the wind blows, large tracts of leaves fall from the trees, and the ground is covered with dry leaves. Walking on it, it makes a "quacking" sound.
27. In autumn, most flowers have lost their former glory and their petals have fallen, but all kinds of flowers are competing for beauty, decorating the city and beautifying the environment.
28. The autumn wind is like a sharp sickle, blowing from the tops of the willow trees, and the half-green and half-yellow leaves fall down.
29. The autumn wind waved a paintbrush filled with golden paint and came to the fields. In an instant, the fields turned into a golden ocean. The breeze blows, golden waves rise in the fields, and the fragrance of wheat spreads in all directions; in the cotton fields, white clouds dance with the wind, and the autumn wind can't bear to tarnish this white cloud paradise and quietly leaves.
30. 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 place with pleasant scenery, but the real thing is bare branches and sparse trees.
31. The autumn wind came to the botanical garden, and the fallen leaves were picked up by the autumn wind. They fluttered in the wind, up and down, and soon floated into the fallen leaves again. They really wanted to play hide and seek with us! They are colorful and don't know each other, but they don't give in to each other. You won't let me, and I won't let you. They throw themselves to the earth without regrets to repay the mother who raised him.
32. Autumn is the season when crops mature, and it is also the favorite season of farmer uncles. The sorghum blushed, the corn grinned, the yellow corn kernels looked like golden beans, the millet smiled and bent over, bowing to us, and the soybeans were blown by the wind and made a sound.
33. In the afternoon, I rested in the forest. The chirping of birds and insects caused me to rethink the autumn wind. Is the autumn wind really what people think of as desolate? Is it really the embodiment of misfortune and uncertainty? No, the autumn wind is the embodiment of happiness and harvest. Without the autumn wind, can the fruit be harvested? Without the autumn wind, would the wheat fields be golden? Without the caress of the autumn wind, can the seeds germinate next spring? Indeed, the autumn wind is warm, and we should look at it with a grateful heart.
34. The autumn rain rustles underground, this is what it is playing. The rice fields turned yellow, the maple trees turned red, the ground turned golden, and the autumn colors symbolized a mature and abundant harvest.
35. The charm of the autumn wind deeply attracted me to watch the flowers blooming and falling, the geese passing by, and the infinite scenery felt refreshed and seemed more mature after being blown by the autumn wind. In this autumn wind, autumn has quietly arrived with golden brilliance!
36. The autumn wind gives us food. When the wind blows, the rice fields immediately turn golden. Looking from a distance, if the millet stirs a few times, it is like a few ripples in the golden ocean; the soybean can't bear it, it needs air, so it jumps out of the sultry pod and falls to the belt. On the fragrant soil, go and breathe the fresh air; the pepper has a problem, its feet are pointed and short, how can it support this fat and fat body? …Autumn’s motivation is really good!
37. There is a lot of rain in autumn, and it rains continuously, making me unable to go anywhere. But the air has become fresher and no longer dry. Once the rain stops, the autumn air is crisp and beautiful.
38. The autumn wind mischievously accompanies the autumn sun, moving forward, blowing through the treetops, shaking the branches, and rendering the romance and ruthlessness of autumn on every leaf. He knelt down and picked up a fallen leaf that had already flown to the ground. The dark green color has not faded away, mixed with brown and yellow colors, and the clear veins have become a bit blurry, indicating that Yan has reached the end of her life. The slightly depressed state has lost the infinite passion in summer and falls gently with the autumn wind. I don’t know whether the falling leaves in autumn are the pursuit of the wind or the persistence of the trees?
39. The autumn rain blows the golden trumpet, telling everyone that winter is coming. The little magpie picked up branches to build a house, the little squirrel found pine cones for food, and the little frog was digging holes to prepare for a comfortable sleep.
The pines and cypresses put on thick shiny clothes, and the leaves of the poplar and willow trees float to the feet of the trees. They are all preparing for winter.
40. 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.
41. In the autumn rain, there is a box of colorful paints. You see, it gave the yellow color to the ginkgo tree. The yellow and yellow leaves are like small fans, fanning them wherever they go, fanning away the heat of summer. It gives the red color to the maple trees. The red maple leaves are like stamps, fluttering and fluttering, bringing the coolness of autumn. The golden color is for the fields. Look, the fields are like a golden ocean. The orange-red color is for fruit trees. You squeeze the oranges and persimmons, vying for people to pick them! The ** fairy got more colors, purple, red, yellow, snow-white... the beautiful ** nodded frequently in the autumn rain.
42. The cool breeze cleanses your heart, and the sound of nature stirs your heartbeats. With a stream of flowing water and the harmonious sound of strings of silk and bamboo, you will know that it is time for you to see autumn.
43. 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.
44. At this time, I raised my head, and what caught my eyes 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 wantonly 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.
45. The autumn rain brings a harvest song to the earth and a happy song to the children.
46. Qiu Feng is still a naughty child. She came to the road and blew the leaves on the trees. She saw the leaves dancing like golden butterflies before jumping away. On the road, she ran around holding other people's hats. When she saw others not chasing her, she threw her hat on the ground angrily.
47. What kind of emotion is "the miserable autumn wind and the setting sun"? Its depth and melancholy reflect many thoughts and incomprehensions in autumn. After all, it is a state where the autumn wind rustles and the setting sun sinks. I can only sigh that nature’s giving cannot be experienced in this way.
48. The autumn wind blows the ripe fruits; the autumn wind blows off the leaves; the autumn wind blows away the white clouds playing; the autumn wind wakes up the farmers who are about to be busy. Autumn wind, you touched my heart!
49. The autumn wind suddenly blew up, and the pond was originally filled with graceful and graceful green lotus leaves. The lotus flowers, as plump as grease and with a kind of shameful expression, added to the tragic gloom. The field is like a dancing girl's skirt, as gleaming and graceful as a jade carving. It is carried away by the flow of time and brought to an unknown and distant paradise. Only the beautiful memories are left in dreams.
50. The autumn rain is falling and falling. Like silk, like silk, like mist, like smoke. It falls on the face with a cool touch and flows into the mouth. It is sweet, like rice wine, like honey, making people feel like being drunk, like a dream, like being crazy, and being drunk.
51. In the early morning, I came to the park and 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.
52. When the autumn wind blows, the poets become active. The falling tung leaves and the haggard flowers are their adjectives. The solemn sky and the scarcity of birds are their lyrical points. Poets are always sentimental in their hearts. It is the gorgeous autumn that inspires their creative inspiration and makes their thoughts flow like a spring. In this season, the appearance of the poet makes the autumn wind blow more hopeful!
53. The autumn wind came to the dense forest, "whispering", and the autumn wind said a spell. As a result, the leaves were dyed golden and red. The autumn wind came to the garden, stretched out its magical hands, and touched the flowers that were waiting for her. Look! Clusters of fragrant osmanthus and bright flowers bloomed under the call of the autumn wind.
The autumn wind came to her orchard again, and she skillfully waved her magic wand to make the green fruits ripe. Oranges and persimmons were turned into small yellow lanterns, and bunches of green grapes were turned into dazzling amethysts... The autumn wind rushed to the fields, and the wheat ears were bent by the wind, seeming to bow to the admirable autumn wind. .
54. The Autumn Wind Baby came to the woods again. She blew a big breath, and the poplar leaves immediately turned yellow, and then slowly fell down. She blew again, and the maple leaves turned red. The maple forest was like a sea of ??fire, and the frightened birds screamed for help. The autumn wind doll saw the green pine trees and was very happy. She thought that the pine trees were so strong, so she blew another breath on the pine trees, and the pine trees became even greener.
55. Some people say that 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. This goes around and over again, and 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.
56. Autumn wind, you bring the charming autumn colors; you bring the harvest fruits; you bring everything that is red. I love you, your rough and bold temperament, your gentle and graceful temperament, and even more, your spirit of silent dedication! I have a crush on you! My autumn wind.
57. I like the fallen leaves in autumn. I like to treasure the fallen leaves 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.
58. Qiu Feng is a loving mother. She blew gently, like combing her green hair with a comb. The rice lies down tenderly in the wind, and after the wind blows, it stands upright like a coquettish girl. The invisible huge comb is gently combing, so gentle and kind, making people feel that the mother here is dressing her daughter who is about to get married.
59. The autumn rain is like smoke and mist, floating silently on the dead branches and leaves in the rubble in the open space, soaking the ground, the house, and the trees.
60. Standing on the bridge, the autumn wind touches me with its cold hands. It is probably the only one closest to me at this moment! The cool wind blows everything, trees, grass, and flowers. They resisted with their perseverance, and when they won, they swung their strong and weak bodies. They danced, and the river also rushed to accompany them. Everything was joyful and optimistic.
61. Fallen leaves are lonely. In this autumn, they fall lonely. They are the main theme of autumn and also symbolize the ultimate of all things. The maple leaves are dyed red and the ginkgo trees are falling. It's a pity that he can't stand in the cold winter and accompany me through the world of pink makeup and jade. But he was so chic and without any sadness. He came in a hurry and left in a hurry in autumn, so busy that he left no gap.
62. On the street, people put on slightly thick clothes. Although the autumn wind is not as biting and cold as the winter wind, it can still make people shiver. Sometimes the autumn wind is angry and strong, and people must avoid it; sometimes the autumn wind smiles, blowing through the small trees and playing with people, and people must show off it. Sometimes the autumn wind is sad and depressed, and the weather is sultry all day long, and people must look forward to it. People are in the company of the autumn wind, and people will inevitably respond to the joy, anger, and sorrow of the autumn wind. It is closely related to people's autumn life.
63. The autumn wind is like a magical paintbrush, painting the leaves with various colors from light red, tender yellow, deep purple and emerald green, painting a colorful landscape painting.
64. It is no longer green, but withered and yellow. It has lost its former youth and has become old. Maybe you would say it is ugly because it becomes a stain on the beauty of nature. However, I say it is beautiful. It is old now, but it was once glorious. It will now be integrated into the earth and become soil. It will also nurture young trees and old trees, so that the leaves they will grow in the future will be more beautiful. They are more brilliant.
65. The autumn wind gradually blows, and the flying leaves fall into the soil.
The setting sun casts its gentle afterglow on them, and the leaves are golden and bloom with the last ray of light. That is the indelible landscape they left to the world. I closed my eyes tightly and suddenly remembered: "Falling red is not a heartless thing, it turns into spring mud to protect the flowers.
66. Autumn rain is a key. It carries coolness and gentleness, gently, Gently, while you are not paying attention, the door of autumn is opened. 67. The autumn rain hits their faces. Piles of dark gray clouds are pressing down on the earth. Now, the endless trees in the forest are all bare, and the old trees stand gloomily, letting the brown moss cover the wrinkles on their bodies. The ruthless autumn has stripped off their beautiful clothes, and they have to stand there naked. .
68. Autumn comes with the sound of falling leaves, and the morning is as fresh as dewdrops. I want to see a piece of white sail in the blue sea. The sunset is the wings of time. When it flies away, it spreads out brilliantly.
69. When I see the fallen leaves, I think of the teacher with beads of sweat on his head. , they use the spring breeze and rain-like teachings to make us thrive; when I see the fallen leaves, I think and feel that autumn should not be sad; when I see the fallen leaves, I think of the cleaners, who are unknown but work in ordinary positions. Doing extraordinary work... When I see the fallen leaves, I think of many, many things.
70. The autumn wind is still moving forward, seemingly wanting to conquer the whole world, but as small as a piece of grass, Every flower is resisting tenaciously. Can its dream come true? I stand up and let the wind blow me. I am not afraid because everyone is resisting. I am just a member of the collective and I cannot break away from the collective. I cannot break away from the collective spirit of optimism. I used to be separated from the collective, but now I am back! I want to overcome difficulties with them and become one of the optimists!
71 , The entire wall of ivy on the campus is also immersed in the autumn wind. Some ivy leaves fall to the ground in the autumn wind. Under the guidance of the autumn wind, they learn to dance the "whirlwind dance". Look at how graceful their "dance" is on the wall! The large group of ivy on the ground may have been infected by the "whirlwind dance", and they also sang along with the song. When the sleeping bird saw such a big dance party below, it couldn't help but sing. Joining the dance, how harmonious the top and bottom look!
72. Squat down, pick up a fallen leaf, and count the visible textures. I feel that life is so important, the wind, how many small leaves. Going to find my mother? This short but meaningful ceremony is neither grand nor gorgeous, but in the autumn wind, it seems somewhat depressing, but the end of the past is also the beginning of the present. The leaves have fallen and are deep in the soil, but it is okay. Become nourishment, we must continue, a new beginning, there will be a new direction
73. The autumn rain has a very good smell. The pear is fragrant and the pineapple is sweet. , and apples and oranges, there are so many sweet smells hidden in the raindrops! Children’s feet are often caught by the fragrance.
74. Standing on the bridge, the autumn wind uses its coldness. The hand is touching me. It is probably the only one closest to me at this moment! The cool wind blows everything, including the trees. Grass. flower. They resisted with their perseverance, and when they won, they swung their strong and weak bodies. They danced, and the river also rushed to accompany them. Everything was joyful and optimistic.
75. The autumn wind gradually blows, and the flying leaves fall into the soil. The setting sun casts its gentle afterglow on them, and the leaves are golden and bloom with the last ray of light. That is the indelible landscape they left to the world. I closed my eyes tightly and suddenly remembered: "Falling red is not a heartless thing, it turns into spring mud to protect the flowers.
76. Fallen leaves are like beautiful butterflies. When they fall, they rotate every time Their dancing postures make people feel that they are just beautiful butterflies. Accompanied by the breeze, they spin gracefully on the drums of the wind and return to the embrace of Mother Earth.
77. Those withered yellow leaves lay on the ground irregularly, and the road bricks and asphalt roads were green, ruthlessly blocking them from the soil. The fallen leaves were like homeless children, letting the wind blow them away from the East Street. West Street.