Autumn is mature it is not so shy the spring and summer is so open, so to winter.
After the autumn night. The moon is down, the sun is not, only a piece of Ulam day; in addition to night things, what are sleeping.
Grass yellow, yellow leaves, I heard the wind on the leaves rustle.
Autumn is quiet, in this season you can calm down to taste the life of each section.
Autumn, in a tense after harvest, suddenly everything faded, boundless land pale yellow bare.
Autumn is coming, the fruit is ripe. The pears, red apple, sparkling grape.
The gorgeous autumn light, cool breeze, such as the torch raised sorghum, soybeans endless ringing bells.
The autumn wind, cool breeze, flowers and trees, like a loving mother is humming a lullaby to put their children into the sweet dreams.
Into the fall, staring at a blue, Yama Buki, will overlap your figure.
The autumn grass love, was depressed; Huanghua unintentionally, overlooking the leading mountain. Intersect, smoke curl, it is written endless autumn poetry.
Autumn is noisy, and only in this season to enjoy the joy of each harvest.
The autumn winter although unlike the white clothes, but its orange clothes! And it's much warmer than the white one in the winter.
Autumn with a golden yellow, with a light footsteps, quietly came to the world.
Autumn is the harvest season. Soybean, corn and sorghum are mature, tired and bent.
Your arrival in the fall, to bring people a long time of laughter, I wish you could stay more days, so that the friendship between us more profound!
Golden leaves, like a beautiful butterfly flying in the sky.
The howling westerly full house plant Rui Han Xiang cold butterflies difficult to I want it to open a newspaper and peach qingdi.
In the park, clusters of flowers, white, red, large and small, colorful. I bent down to the flowers smell a scent suddenly refreshing.
Every time this autumn walk, the river, the road is covered with fallen leaves. Red maple leaf forest in the autumn of the touch, the more colorful, more popular.
In autumn, the leaves have turned yellow, drifting profusely and disorderly falling on the ground, like a layer of yellow carpet, only to go to Xie cockscomb, an independent cold autumn taste.