“autumn wind”可以造什么句，autumn wind造句

The autumn wind is rustling.

A night rain, cool autumn wind send.

Late autumn morning, autumn rain dripping, autumn wind blowing the sound of rustling leaves.

The autumn wind is soughing in the trees.

In the autumn wind, it unavoidably some she, however, it in with his own body and bleak autumn wind.

With a burst of xixi autumn wind blowing, I smell the smell of the autumn.

Cabbage, lentils, pumpkin, garlic and other vegetables are prodded by the autumn wind is changed into the charming autumn outfit.

The warm autumn sun quiet, gentle warm autumn wind of Dong Xiang, melodious elegant blue sky and white clouds.

The autumn wind wiggle, the flower branches tremble, and the petals float and sprinkled, like tears to the wind.

The autumn wind was rustling and the leaves fell in profusion.

How many spring and autumn wind and rain change, how many rugged love.

The morning of autumn is gentle, not like the morning of the day, the rain is falling, the cold wind is rustling. In the autumn wind, there is always a thread in the autumn.

Early autumn night, coolness deeper and deeper, and walking alone in the autumn wind howling on the streets, watching people hurry around, face expressionless!

When autumn wind up, tremor, lingering AiTan under the tree, to does not abandon the dream can make the next autumn plump, next stop is rich in life.

Despite grief, the autumn wind still arrives on schedule, the leaves are still enemies of the seasons, enemies of the loss of time. The autumn wind, the whole city deciduous.

The autumn wind blows, cenglinjinran, golden; sun, walking in the jungle, there is a different kind of taste.

This set of boxing, with speed and momentum overwhelming, boxing, sweeping the autumn wind leaves, offensive like a storm.

They haunt the empty Chambers of our lives, they throng around us like dead leaves whirled in the autumn wind.

The autumn wind follows, after the pain is the warmth of the healing, the bloom of this season is the bloom of the Bauhinia, symbolizing the undefeated strength of the autumn, the autumn wind and the unrestrained life of this season.

The vicissitudes of the years, through the path covered with leaves, a dark cloud, a gust of autumn wind, such a time is the autumn frost desolate, silent, this is the reflection of time.

In autumn, with cool autumn wind, all the flowers are withered, and some leaves of the big banyan are gradually withered. The students looked at the leaves under the tree, and the leaves were like dancing butterflies.

Don't be swept into the dustbin of history by the people, just as the autumn wind blows away the falling leaves!

8 the bleak autumn wind, you can not stop the broken bamboo spirit, 9 broad field, is a stage erected for you.

The autumn wind brought forth the fragrance of chrysanthemums. The chrysanthemum fairies are contending for beauty, beautiful and beautiful, attracting a swarm of industrious bees.

I do not know when, in the back garden that daily leafy tree, also failed to escape the clutches of the autumn wind, the red leaves have been wind too little.

The autumn rain kisses the yellow leaves on the tree. It is afraid that the cruel autumn wind will take the leaves away. The leaves are numb with the ravages of rain and the harassment of the wind. In fact, the most tears in the heart are the trees, because they love the leaves deeply.

Like a flood of time, the autumn wind is always reading silently, leaving the sad part of the branch. I always in the twists and turns of the story, overturn my mood. Spring bloom, autumn wind and winter sunset, I was so eager.

I like the fall of the remnant of the autumn, without the strong colors of summer, beautiful flower bud early disappeared, the residual lotus only clank, leaving the autumn wind, autumn and rain to tear the earth, it still stands in the water center.

The autumn wind sweeps the fallen leaf, the withered and yellow leaf left has raised it the mother, liked an only butterfly to dance lightly, slides into in the river.

A group of mercenary troops swept the outer wrath like the autumn wind swept the leaves, and even the golden hamsters on the ground floor were occasionally dug up.

Look at the spring bloom and fall, the autumn wind is blowing that summer month, and winter snow is another year. She waited until the people were thinner than the yellow flowers.

In the cross of the crisscross Road, the scenery is pleasant, only the dance of autumn leaves, self - flying, eyes full of leaves, like a flying Jade Butterfly, bright and elegant, with the cool autumn wind, flutter and fall, wear the branch of water, it leads to my eyes and imagination.

I gazed into the distance, and there was a thought in my mind, like fog and rain, like the wind, a little romantic and a little lazy. The autumn wind gently lifted my yearning for you, and kissed my face with deep affection. I closed my eyes and felt at this moment with you!

When summer loses its enthusiasm for fire, the only way to greet it is the desolate autumn wind, and the luxuriant branches will not save the falling leaves. When the severe winter comes, I don't know how to comfort the dull heartache.

The night was not central, and the lights were cold. Who thinks in the autumn wind. This mountain can not understand the language of the water, the water seems to understand the neon light. A few loads of rain and rain, and years of self reliance.

The maturity of a teenager is like that of Gardenia in May. strong fragrance of flowers, unique, although the soil is planted, but like the dust, the world's independence, proudly and survive. When the autumn wind blows, it sprinkles a plain elegance without pain or struggle.

When the howling of the autumn rain again falling, autumn winds, only to find fall unannounced.

The autumn wind is soughing.

The autumn wind is rustling [soughing].

My wet eyes felt warm in the brisk autumn wind.

When the autumn wind blew, the rice quickly bent down, like giving thanks to the autumn girl.

When the rain passes through the sky, look at it, listen attentively, and feel the autumn sun, autumn wind and autumn leaves with emotion.

Yellow leaves of autumn wind, leaves are falling down, just like a butterfly in dancing.

Autumn, it should be a season of autumn wind, autumn full of sadness, but meet you, autumn has become the most beautiful memory, the warmest arms, full of sweet breath.

There is a chill wind in the autumn wind, and the leaves are crying for birds. When will you be able to return?

This dream, in the autumn wind suddenly began to the moment, the strings of bubbles into the water.

The autumn wind is loaded with full technology, and all things are yellow. Autumn sowing seeds in the wind, sowing flowers in the rain, irrigation has not left the yellow. The autumn night is silent, and the stars see through my troubled heart and my inner struggles.

Who is, the autumn wind that helpless bleak? Who is there in the fallen soil, which has been impregnated with boundless affectionate feelings? Who is the light of the autumn rain like a needle like a silk?

Along the winding path outside the city, I wandered around aimlessly, letting the sudden autumn wind disturb my hair and scatter the leaves on my body.

Ye Wuhen, the autumn wind was depressed, and there was no sign of the falling leaves. The mood was like a light smoke swaying in the wind, and there was no thought of missing one place.

When the autumn wind sweeps up the fallen leaves, when the summer flowers are no longer fragrant, life will eventually return to the plain, put aside the eyes of the attachment, quiet down to listen to the autumn wind tell the long stream of water.

The night of the day of April, the sound of the breeze stirring the tree, is a song in the quiet night, no winter wind whistling, no wind, no autumn wind rustling, only the silk thread of the feelings of innermost innermost sight, sprouted shyness expression.

It was the bitter autumn wind and the weeping insects, and she trembled all over, shaking off layers of old skin, which was shaking withered branches and falling leaves.

Autumn is a complex complex of both joy and worry. Joy is to harvest the joy of harvest, and sorrow is when the autumn wind four, the eyes of the eyes are the grass and trees are yellow, fallen leaves, the signs of the decline of the sky will be with the mood of people together.

Acacia tears deep, the end of the world is bitter. A wisp of leaves fall in the autumn wind. What is the shore? How can I go back in a thousand sails? Empty and sad. Hope for thousands of years, the deep memory of memory, can we say goodbye to the destination of reincarnation?

If it is the night, if I used to, I would release with a glass of wine, pour it out and pour it out in the autumn wind. If I used to, I would tell my intimate friends that it is difficult to get rid of it, and let it go in the East and West. Now I have a taste of lonely spirits, and I can never get away from sadness.

The cold autumn wind was blowing hard.

Walking in the depths of autumn, the autumn wind and autumn rain hidden in the season also exaggerated many worries.

The autumn wind has come to the end of the August.

Autumn, autumn wind howling defeat of the reed, blowing yellow willow, swept away like the water of dragonflies and frogs were.

The leaves in the autumn wind still rustle on the trees, but it is not the last year.

Dancing with a sleeve of autumn wind, with a handful of sunshine for drinking, carving the color of autumn, recording warm time. Fearless, there is no fear. Take a deep breath and give yourself strength and courage.

People go to tea and cool and fall. Infatuation with the death of the monarch, the autumn wind blew into the dream. May this sentiment be swept away by the wind and still remembered.

In full of cold idea of autumn wind, has put on thick cotton-padded clothes the old people, sitting in the north wall ribs, lee basking, chatting or dozing eyes closed.

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.

Our beloved summer is gone. the autumn winds have begun.

The autumn wind was bleak and the autumn leaves were flying. Crows crowed on the bare branches, chilling.

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.

The grass falls down, the autumn wind is bleak, the fallen leaves fall back to the roots in the courtyard, and the earth is reincarnation again.

Fleeting time, if water passes through the dust, it flows through every crack in life. The autumn wind, the rain and the cool, the vicissitudes of the eye. Often encountered autumn, the heart will always produce a kind of inconsolable melancholy.

Full Ying Guo, Woods Hongye dance autumn wind.

The color of love autumn is dazzling. From an autumn leaf, under the autumn wind, under the autumn rain moisten. Start with the edges of the leaves, yellowish, deep yellow, and a little bit wider until the veins become yellow, and the petioles become withered and fall like butterflies.

The autumn wind gently caresses the heart, such as the ancient rhyme of ink, gently through the afternoon of the time, through the eaves of the corner of the roof, the fragrance spills far, the heart is willing to find it, only wish to smell the dark fragrance.

In autumn, the leaves of the Gleditsia sinensis are yellow, and the autumn wind blows, and the leaves float down to the ground. Only the little Gleditsia tree still squeezed me on the tree, and the little Gleditsia seed became strong after the wind and rain.

Aspersing golden yellow leaves on the road, let cool autumn wind blowing my hair.