All sentences that describe leaves including prose, classical Chinese, ancient poems, etc. .

Early Autumn Guest House Du Mu.

The wind blows a leaf, and everything is in autumn.

Deciduous Kong Shao'an.

In early autumn, the leaves are falling, and they are like a guest.

If she was a leaf, then it must be a happy leaf, and in happiness she gradually sprouted, and now she has become a tender green leaf, and she says that whatever she is, she is happy.

Spring is coming, and the leaves are green. People are different, too.

I read such an article "The leaves are green".

That's an alluring new green!

In the spring of March, the leaves like babies awaken the sleeping earth, all the beauty and hope are reborn at this time, and the vast land becomes full of vitality from the snow.

Green is a sign of spring, the color of life, and a symbol of peace. I prefer new green to green, because it gives people hope, freshness, and beauty. Therefore, in the spring of a hundred flowers, in contrast, I love the green leaves more, its color, its tenderness, its strength, its simplicity is a never-changing wonder in my heart, it is like a magnet, absorbing all my love for spring.

It is the "green sunshine" in my eyes, it will bring me confidence and bring happiness. Whenever I am depressed and lost, I think of it, think of the "angel" in the sun, it together with the sun, gives me confidence, gives me strength, always inspires me, motivates me.

The beautiful words that describe the leaves are as follows:

1. The leaves turned into butterflies and fell from the sky, drawing beautiful arcs. In that moment, it saw the beauty of the world, heard the call of the birds, and fulfilled its mission.

2. A breeze blows, and the leaves fall, fluttering in the air, suddenly high and low, like singing and dancing in the air.

3. In the golden autumn of October, many leaves have turned yellow, and in the wind, those naughty little leaf dolls fly down, decorating the earth more beautifully!

4. As soon as the autumn wind blows, the strange leaves are flying all over the sky like butterflies, and when you are tired of flying, you return to your mother. They come in all shapes and sizes, from large to small, to single, to bunches, to red and yellow.

5. Ginkgo biloba is very soft and smooth on both the front and back, like a golden silk, and it smells mixed with a faint fragrance.

6. The first one that fell may have been just two pieces of it, like a butterfly with two broken souls. But then, there was a roaring golden red shower.

7. The maple leaves are fiery and red, crumbling on the tree, and the wind blows gently, and the maple leaves fall to the ground like a little doll.

8. The kind of red red that is like a burning fire, and the rich fiery red seems to be about to drip from the tip of the leaf.

9. How small this leaf is, there are many wavy edges around the leaf, and the veins of the leaves are very clear, like a fan carefully made for the emperor.

10. The leaves slowly nourish themselves in spring and summer, and bloom in brilliant colors in autumn, and the leaves are envied and swaying in the wind.

11. It looks like a small and delicate pu fan, and it seems that one fan can bring a burst of coolness in autumn.

12. A gust of wind blows, and a few withered yellow leaves fall like ants and fall to the ground, spreading a golden carpet on the earth; Floating to the surface of the lake, he woke up the little golden carp that was sleeping under the lotus leaves.

1. The turquoise leaves, in the golden sun, floated around because of a small green boat wandering in the sky.

2. A tender, green little leaf emerged from the branch, and the leaf was full of juice, so full that people didn't dare to touch it.

3. The golden leaves, swaying quietly in the autumn wind, fall inadvertently, and like a golden butterfly, dancing a beautiful waltz in the air.

4.The flaming red leaves, like clusters of burning flames, are dancing in the branches and treetops, dancing a life-like and cheerful dance. 、

Falling red is not a ruthless thing, turning into spring mud is more protective of flowers.

Parking sits in love with the maple forest in the evening, and the frost leaves are red in February flowers.