The wind, gently and gently blowing, is a beautiful autumn girl coming slowly.
Fruit trees are full of fruits. I look at the distant fruits, as if I can smell the sweet smell of fruits.
The north wind is a five-line spectrum, and the dandelions scattered are notes. Windy autumn is the song I wrote for you.
Golden leaves, like beautiful butterflies flying in the air.
In the late autumn sky, white clouds, like fine wool, float slowly.
Golden rice dances and sings autumn songs in the breeze.
Autumn is coming and chrysanthemums are blooming. There are red, yellow, purple, and white, beautiful!
In the golden autumn season, the maple forests are red all over the mountains, like a sea of fire.
The autumn wind in October swept the earth, and the vast fields were golden.
Autumn, as if overnight, sweeping dust, flying across the street, sweeping the heart of the city.
Autumn is coming. The weather is cold. People take off their summer clothes and change into autumn clothes.
Ah, the autumn rain has yellow the clothes of the plane trees and added a mysterious color to autumn.
The autumn wind is rushing, and the cold is coming. This is just a kind of appearance. Nature sometimes looks like a person, with a knife and a tofu heart.
The fields in autumn are golden, as if they were covered with a golden carpet.
That round and flat orange, how lovely, how orange, really like a small ball.
The red leaves of thousands of trees, the deeper autumn is, the more red they are. From a distance, they look like flames rolling.
The joy of autumn runs through people's hearts. The golden hue is their eternal feeling.
When autumn comes, the sky is as clear as a sapphire washed in clear water.
When autumn comes to September 8th, I will blossom as white as a flower; the fragrance of the sky will burst through Chang'an, and the city will be covered with golden armor.
Listen, in the sky, birds are playing, geese are flying in the south, eagles are hiding and crying from time to time.
In the calm autumn, there is a mature and charming beauty, including a tender and sentimental autumn rhyme.
Let the past years burn to ashes and sprinkle in the autumn breeze.
Autumn is gorgeous, the golden wind is refreshing, like sorghum in the sea lifting torches, boundless soybeans ringing copper bells.
Autumn, you are more prosperous than spring, you are more colorful than spring.
Walking on the autumn swing road, the wind is light and cloudy, and the warmth seems to flow between heaven and earth.
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