Sentences describing October
October is coming soon, what are some beautiful sentences describing October, hurry up and take a look with me.
1, October's autumn frost don't know where to bring the white foundation, painted on the flowers, painted on the leaves, painted on the ground. White, fluffy, clinging, bright and very beautiful. Autumn frost with a thousand years of dye, red maple leaves red. Red that colorful, red that fresh, red that beautiful. Enchanted by the rotten frosty sky.
2, the autumn of yo, is the autumn high and cool leaves flying; autumn of elegant, is the breeze and moon, the sea and the sky; autumn of color, is the layer of forests all over the gold; autumn rhyme, is the autumn moon melt, autumn water is full. October, I wish you happiness!
3, October sky, the wind is no longer gentle, the sun is no longer transparent, such as hemp rain lingering in the hair, cold in the heart. The old days of the end of the road, the world is noisy, with the fate of the line, I am lucky to get, lose my life. The Buddha said: all laws with fate, do not seek is not suffering. However, who can do without desire? A withered pen, lost in the dry grass wasteland, this year, cold wind and smoke, drifting in the solitude of the leaves. When the glimpses of time cut a page of floating light, pillow autumn frost embraced my silence, why ever did not want to have a warm glow.
4, the golden October, blue sky, clear blue, cool and comfortable. Roadside wildflowers swaying in the wind, silently blessing the harvest of autumn.
5, October that wisp of autumn wind, she smoked yellow hills of green grass, yellow so soft, yellow so soft, yellow so broken; soft autumn wind, kissed the yellow willow leaves, yellow so dry, yellow so brittle; Xu Xu's autumn wind, whisked white the sky of the white clouds; gently the autumn wind, blew clear a curve, a curve, and a bend of the winking blue water.
6, I look forward to a long time in the fall has finally come, the leaf dragonfly like a glimpse in my eyes, easily pierced through the gloom in my heart, long and messy troubles like the autumn of the fluttering yellow leaves, the dust will settle.
7. Falling leaves drift towards the underworld and return to silence. There is no force that can redeem a fallen leaf and bring it back to the branch, fresh and green as before. This is a kind of passing, a natural process. It will finally deep into the soil, into fertilizer, nourishing another new life, which is its own continuation and transcendence, but also the beautiful moments of the fallen leaves of eternity.
8, the golden fall are said to be the harvest season, the view I also have a feeling of an indescribable feeling, really really epiphany. That wind and rain when to stop, all in my heart feeling, is the wind is the rain that is the law of nature, let nature take its course, let nature take its course, let nature take its course, we only have their own solution to block the wind and cover the rain of the tools to comfort themselves, there is no choice.
9, the fall, and I always feel miserable, the passing of the years, left behind a faint trace of the fallen leaves have fallen into the dust, they left in a poignant gesture to the branches of the companion night and day. Everything has a life, I really want to know, the moment the leaves fall, whether it can feel the branches of the reluctance to give up, whether in the moment of falling feel a hint of pain? Since ancient sadness more parting, is to blame the cruelty of the autumn wind, or blame the branches do not stay it, destiny to destiny, perhaps this is destiny, not enough love, but can not continue to love.
10, golden butterfly ah! For whom are you dancing? The flowers have no smile, the grass has lost its luster. Oh, I see, you are in the garden for the winking little daisies.
11. October came with the sound of falling leaves, and the morning was as fresh as the dew. The sky emits a soft glow, clarifying and misty, making one want to hear the singing of a high-flying lark, just as one looks out over the blue sea and thinks of seeing a white sail. Sunset is the wing of time, and as it flies away there is a moment of supreme splendor unfolding.
12, October is also the season of osmanthus, a yellow osmanthus flowers emit a strong fragrance, so that every corner of the fall is full of fragrance.
13, a wisp of light wind, a fragrance, a touch of elegance, intoxicating, as if in a dream world, rice paddies with the light wind surging back and forth, the sea of rice wave after wave, fantasizing about jumping into the waves, enjoy swimming, and the waves of the sea enthusiastically embraced. But the sea of rice is just a sea of rice, how can I bear to trample on the hopes of the farmers who have been waiting for a season.
14, October in autumn, is the season of osmanthus, in the rich fragrance of osmanthus, people's mood is always very comfortable, that refreshing incense ah, always let a person's mind and heart, a deep inhalation, the fragrance straight into the lungs, people can not forget for a long time.
15. As October approached, the rain began to fall more often. The occasional sunshine was a surprise. There was sunlight leaking through the cracks in the clouds, casting dappled shadows on the trees. I was in the classroom gazing out the window as the sunlight wavered in rays, a pen in my hand untouched.
16. Some people say that the fallen leaves in the fall are withered and of no value. I do not think so. "Falling red is not a merciless thing, turned into spring mud more protective of flowers". Falling in the fall, it dissolves into the soil to become the nutrients of the mother tree, nurturing the hope of spring. I believe that in the buds of next spring, there must be a faint smile of the autumn leaves.
17, late at night, the streets outside the window is very quiet, but this is not the quiet night I want, originally bright moonlight, but was shrouded in a layer of vague fog, originally belonging to the stability of the silent heart, but always a stream of inexplicable sadness. The wind rolled up the sound of falling leaves can be heard, would like to break free from this kind of depressing situation, and the heavy haze and cloudy cold rain dashing weather seems to be laughing at me is simply delusional, indeed, sometimes always feel that even breathing is a kind of luxury.
18, another wind blowing, come so violent, and so deep. Rolling maple leaves, but also a piece of falling. I looked at a piece of falling maple leaves, can not help but think a thousand thoughts. Leaves fall without trace, indeed, the falling leaves are so serene down, noiseless, people do not notice the slightest.
19, sitting quietly across the October, sighing the rush of time, ink words, those familiar past times, fragrant memories, dribs and drabs, dribs and drabs filled in the heart. Now into the late fall, time, after all, is mercilessly dust and go, and your companion of that journey, full of bright, everywhere is the scene of blossoming flowers, and now, fallen flowers all over the ground, sprinkled with a layer and a layer, as if a broken dream, leaving an unwarranted frustration and fear. Lonely soul in the shallow time, drifting in a daze, those who have passed away once, as if it were a lifetime ago.
20, October's autumn, everywhere is the taste of autumn, gray-white sky, ethereal air, in my opinion is a particularly sentimental season, with me, so sentimental. Look up to the sky, the autumn rain will always come quietly, cold rain drenched my hair, dripping down my cheeks along the ends of my hair, I closed my eyes, let the autumn rain drops in every corner of the body, the tears of lovesickness along the corners of the eyes and slipped down, full of cold, the autumn rain washed my lovesickness, entangled heart, lovesickness tears, a person of the heart of grief, the lonely figure nowhere to rely on, let the wind and rain, no one love! I'm not sure if I'll be able to understand you, but I'm sure you'll understand me.
21, a touch of autumn sun her autumn rhyme Xi Xi, warm, warm, soft. Reflected into the heart of how many people, this is the warmth of a season of pride; engraved how many people's aspirations, this is the brilliant season of pride; bearing how many people's trust, this is the bright season of pride; cover how many people's cloud, this is the Tong Tong season of pride; copy how many people happy, this is the warm season of pride.
22, the saddest group of leaves in a year, hanging in the high branches of October, as if those who want to fall not yet fallen teardrops. The cool wind will always come on time, accompanied by pedestrians full of heart to find the riverbed looking back. Those low-hanging rice ears also drifted out of the faint sadness, as if reflecting the farmers uncle full of happy look. An essential fall rain, or late descending on the dry earth. And the cool wind passes, you will meet with your closest soul in which moment? I said, the deeper and more poignant autumn, but also can not beat that obscure but fascinating small town, calm and quiet idleness, is her to every loved one as well as passers-by the warmest and most moving confession.
23, October in the fall, this is the harvest season, the fruits and vegetables in the yard have matured, because it has been into the late fall, the leaves of the plants are yellow, rustling in the autumn wind fell down, I do not know why they fell but from time to time touched my heart, to see a piece of zero and withered in front of the eyes, a kind of coolness pain in the heart, and I was full of compassion and pity. Because at the same time, my love, will also fall in this season, leaving no trace, leaving a thousand reluctance and attachment.
24, a touch of autumn sun her autumn love, in the bath of the autumn sun, quietly guarding half an acre of fields, read a page of poetry, slow tasting two tea, write a few pages of plain paper. With a touch of autumn love, strolling beside the river, on the bridge, listen to the sound of the wind and water, and watch the clouds roll by. Carrying a touch of autumn love, out of the confusion, out of the desolate, out of the bumpy road, towards the brilliant.
25, everything is like the autumn leaves, although the branches have a deep attachment, but still can not change the fate of the wind and dance leisurely and fall. The sound of the piano, has been hanging in the air. What will be left to us will be astringent sour and wet memories. Notes, beating the heart, playing a sad and lingering song of the heart; fog rising, interpretation of the heartbreak of the late fall.
26, October wind cool, blowing down a withered yellow, do not want to bring the wind to me only endless sentimental, although that mountain high water long dream, just an idea of a light singing, but that is still worthy of precious youth to bet a, even if it is bruised. I just want to forget yesterday's sadness, forget tomorrow's confusion, to be able to persuade themselves to set a good direction for themselves, gain or loss, efforts, so as not to live up to the wings of youth.
27, October day, gray, very cold, raised his head, found that the clouds, did not expect the rain has been quietly down.
28, October's warm autumn sun, the soft light is still raising the drunken autumn chrysanthemum. The chrysanthemum in the autumn sun, in the autumn frost, in the autumn wind. The graceful swaying, fragrant bloom, delicate and unusual. The soft autumn sun, still green the cold-resistant pines and cypresses, so that the pines and cypresses more upright, more verdant.
29, October in autumn, the north is already snow-dyed mountains and rivers, leaves withered thin branches, the autumn wind barren autumn, all show lonely and depressed. And in the soft water of Jiangnan, but still wind and sunshine, strong pine verdant, although inevitably a hint of coolness in the morning and evening, but more than the afternoon sunshine, not enough to affect my love of autumn.
30. The falling leaves pass by in a hurry. But I can't imagine the final threshold at the end of life, what exactly lies behind it. But I think every tree of life approaching it will flutter the last leaf at the last moment.
31, when the fading leaves with the cool autumn wind, from the eyes of a beautiful arc, spinning and dancing in the air, the breath of autumn has been rendered more and more intense.
32, October wind blowing October rain, in that kind of a day, there will always be so many beautiful encounter. In an encounter like that. There are several pairs of lovers intoxicated where, however, in the fact that the time to come, they must be full of melancholy. After a heart full of joy is an unhealable scar, in the phantom of the rain.
33, light show memory, time ivy along that a flower bloom, constantly be thrown behind the head, more and more distant. Walking a section of the road, meet some people, who swayed a splash of red, so that the sadness submerged in the sea of the heart? Who is stranded in the depths of the season, late to return? Lavender purple flowers in the sea, no longer have expectations, the heart of the city in October, perhaps, quiet is also a kind of happiness.
34, October, the eye of the tall buildings to dusk, sycamore leaves on the Xiao Xiao rain, autumn rain fell, sprinkling, such as silk, such as silk, such as fog, such as smoke. Rain fluttering, the wind shakes the branch limit, the cool autumn night wind, leaning against the window meditation, I think hard, wandering in the expectations and disappointment to find what is their own heart, but is still insisting on sinking in their own weaving of the lonely city walls, cold autumn wind can not be blown away the bottom of the heart of that a touch of despondency and despondency.
35. The cold wind whistled. The bare trees, like a bald old man, could not withstand the attack of the northwest wind, swaying in the autumn wind.
36, walking in the fields in the fall, did not feel those descriptions of the praise of autumn. What the sky is high, the heart is happy, only to see the sun is high and big, the sky is much brighter, less hot and muddy than the summer.
37, October wind cool, blowing down a yellow, bringing one after another of the autumn rain.
38, October's colors are bright, October's sunshine is brilliant, October's birthday is grand, October's days are glorious, and many fruits ripen in October.
39, the day of the leaves is so colorful, yellow as gold, green as jade, red as fire, etc., the autumn girl dressed up extraordinarily enchanting. A cool breeze, golden leaves, tugging a small fan, from the air and down, seems to be telling a beautiful fairy tale.
40, in the fall, in the wonderful melody of autumn thoughts, the strings of life in the strumming of every life of the fallen leaves, sometimes as a stormy tilt of the earth, falling golden piece of beautiful satin, paved with the journey of life to and fro, and sometimes such as misty if the yarn of the dream girl, gently lowered, do not want to go to wake up the slumbering earth, quietly come, dancing lightly in the direction of the wind. Precipitation, melting the loneliness, the wandering shadow trail.
41. The rainy season is a busy time for planting grains and beans. Elderly friends go out early, laboring to exercise their bodies. Sowing seeds with both hands sends out hope, and hard work and sweat come to water. Cultivate the flowers with your heart, and wish for happiness. At the time of the rainy season: I wish my old friend good health and enjoy the golden fall by planting grains with my own hands.
42, October, the golden autumn, but also a sad autumn season. As far as I am concerned, I do not want to over-render the shadow of memories, but the scene about the hometown of the scene even time and again into my sight, but also fell into my heart, a long time refused to leave. Being my dusty hometown love for several years, but also in such a season, quietly surfaced in the water of memory.
43, harvest the desolation of autumn, the autumn wind, the fallen leaves like no sense like from the branches of the silent slide down. A blast of wind blew through, setting off a trail of fallen leaves. I can't help but feel pity for the trees, big and small. She is attached to the green leaves, once also proud of the green leaves, she lush, passionate, exuberant, after the storm baptism, still standing proudly on the branches, they do not leave.
44, golden autumn October rain, wash drops of that high, blue blue sky, so that the blue sky so blue blue blue. Fine silk of the autumn rain, gently, quietly attracted, a layer, a layer, and a layer of coolness. Make it quietly advance the rotation of the season.
45, in this everywhere is a yellow scene, a variety of small flowers seem to be asleep, each low head, drooping two early has lost the luster of the "hands", silently, without saying a word waiting for the arrival of the distant spring.
46, October long autumn rhyme, flat and narrow dotted with the blue sky of migratory geese pairs, migratory geese rows and rows. Whether they are lined up in human characters, or lined up in a word, the mouth is carrying the most beautiful autumn song, chanting, fondly, flying to the south. Thick autumn rhyme, in the mountains and hills of a bright yellow; in the rivers and lakes of a faction of clear; in the woods of a faction of the wind gently chanting; in a crimson; a pale green; is a golden. Ink and white autumn rhyme, thick ink and heavy colors of autumn rhyme.
47, October night knocked on my window, and my eyes almost fixed this silhouette of the autumn wind. Autumn, clearly there are a few chills, no wonder the phone more words of warmth! Love, I do not know what started, and a love; love, I do not know what to rely on, but the death of unchanging. Yes, the school children are a group of people always let people worry about the children away from home, well, there is always willing to hold them their families.
48, October's autumn wind with the leaves gently fluttering, happened to fall next to me, I gently pick it up, placed in the palm of my hand, with a note of heart will be told to it, and then it will be hard to splash, so that it with the autumn wind blowing my thoughts scattered in time, perhaps time will understand its lonesomeness, so that the years to smooth out the heart of those injuries. Autumn leaves fall, the years are still quiet in the life of the slow flow, those days we used to accompany, become a period of old time can not go back, has not been said to stay, evolved into a spilt thoughts, as if this season of cool autumn colors, filled with endless pain.
49, October sky, the wind is no longer gentle, the sun is no longer transparent, such as hemp rain lingering in the hair, cold in the heart.
50, October day so blue, not even a trace of flotsam, like being filtered all the colors, magnificent glittering.
51. In autumn, the leaves of the trees show brilliant colors. Maple leaves seem to be a small red palm, gently swinging in the wind, as if waving goodbye to the tourists. Sycamore leaves are like a golden crown, waving in the branches. Seeing it reminds me of the golden orange orchard, people who like new shoots should also like the fallen leaves!
52, a touch of autumn sun with autumn's colorful, autumn's gorgeous, autumn's rich, autumn's golden, she brilliant, rotten sprinkled. When you walk in a touch of autumn sunshine, that beam of golden light has swept away your worries; that meter of golden light has bounced away your gloom; that golden light has paved the way for the splendor of your future.
53, autumn leaves fall all over the ground, so that the season's footsteps have become so hurried, that an infatuation love, so that life has become so beautiful. Standing in the depths of the season, listening to the sadness of autumn, those beautiful scenery can only stay in the memory, the mood fell into the trough, the feeling is like withered green vines, tied, torn indescribable pain, and I can only be so silent and breathless to bear, feel the season of bone-deep sadness.
54, October in autumn, the sparse leaves on the tree, dry as dry tobacco leaves. Mother earth open wide bosom like in the welcome embrace returned children, fallen leaves back to the mother earth's arms, sweet with the soil to sleep together.
55, autumn is a beautiful season, beautiful autumn contains the charm of maturity, the mountains of red leaves and for the maturity of autumn rendered a brilliant, so that people in the harsh winter before they can appreciate the last color, but also to make people temporarily forget the upcoming white winter.
56. The golden fall is picturesque, and the sky is high and cloudy in October. The sun shines brightly at the right time, and the auspicious time is bustling with activity. The maple leaves are red all over, and the forests of thousands of mountains are full of color.
57, a sudden onset of a warm wind, more leaves drifted down, such as the autumn butterfly dancing in the air. But also like the butterfly in the late fall, fading so fast, so noiselessly, only in the moment to capture its beauty. Small feet carefully stepped on the autumn leaves, issued a crisp and pleasant sound, lingering in the ears.
58. Autumn comes with the sound of falling leaves, and the morning is as fresh as the dew. The sky emits a soft glow, clarifying and misty, making one want to hear the singing of a high-flying lark, just as one looks at the blue sea and wants to see a white sail. Sunset is the wing of time, and as it flies away there is a moment of supreme splendor unfolding. And so twilight.
59, October azure sky. In late fall, spotless, crystal clear. A cloud of haze reflected in the clear Jialing River; fish-scale microwaves, turquoise river water, adding the color of floating clouds, extraordinarily gorgeous.
60, October in October to welcome the National Day, the sun shines on the country rich and strong; blooming fireworks celebration, flying doves and red flags; the country and the people are safe and smiling, National Day festival of blessings; I wish the motherland to create a brilliant, prosperous and immortal.
61, the autumn night, a strand of slow autumn wind, the mind dyed as rainbow flowers, the night condensed into a sprawling line of love. The posture of the autumn leaves, such as a tender love can be, touching every nerve of the heartstrings, gently pick the balcony side of the bonsai in a deep red autumn leaves, gently a pinch, rushing sentiments such as rain wet my thoughts, the heart is listening and also in the pouring out of the heart, vouching for the deep love, said the heart, about the eternal.
62, October's autumn, flooded with a wisp of faint sadness, pining for the heart in this season of falling leaves, appear more emaciated, the autumn wind with the leaves in the air dancing, a piece of a piece, let it fall, flying, those crisp and beautiful, has become a fall mark. Looking at the ground full of fallen leaves, sadness instantly pervaded my body, wordlessness breeds loneliness, love in this season of depression fell, the heart of a few lonesome, such a season, I should be a kind of what posture to miss you.
63, dawn dawn, a slight dew of soft light, October morning, autumn breeze, climb up, the sun has long been cast to the side of the room, the air is filled with a faint taste, push open the window, the sky of the muddy clouds gradually dispersed, the morning sun reveals a pair of bright eyes, colorful sunrise slowly rendered open, slowly one circle and another circle, such a clear footprint, will be my thoughts elongated.
