Maple leaf description:
1, Maple is a tree. It doesn't match the fragrance of fragrant grass, but its unique temperament, temperament and charm are admirable and admirable. The fluttering maple leaves are uniquely beautiful, more delicate than spring, warmer than summer, more fragrant than autumn, and more Leng Yan than winter.
2, maple, clumps, clusters, one by one together, hugging, not shrinking, not sad, not bending.
The maple leaves are frosty red, and the setting sun is thicker than a river. The maple leaves in the setting sun dyed the mountains and rivers red, and the brilliant red of a river shone with the light of the setting sun. Every vein on the maple leaf exudes colorful and charming charm.
4. Maple leaves stand upright, stretching their branches, and Xu Yasheng holds their leaves. Despite suffering from frost, they still show charming style, exuberant vitality and magnificent brilliance.
Looking at the summit, the maple leaves are like red mist's infatuation with the sky, the morning glow is flowing, and the clouds are steaming like Xia Wei. Close-up tour, maple leaves, pine and cypress are dotted with red and green, magnificent and gorgeous!
6. Red maple leaves are like duck's feet. The breeze blows, how like a duckling swimming in the river. Let me revel in this charming scenery and in this beautiful maple leaf.
7. Maple leaves are like a small slap, and each finger is covered with sawtooth. The end of the leaf is red and sharp, as if once it is stuck there, the red in the leaf will flow out. Its veins are very clear, extending from the petiole to the leaves, like an interesting painting.
8. These leaves fall slowly with the autumn wind, just like colorful butterflies flying in the air! A breeze blew, maple leaves rang like little bells, and the goddess fell to the ground like scattered flowers.
9. Maple leaves are red, like a layer of rouge. The colder the weather, the redder it becomes. The red maple leaves are like the feet of ducks. Breeze blowing, how like a duckling swimming in the river. Seeing this, I can't help thinking of a poem by Du Mu. Let me revel in this charming scenery and in this beautiful maple leaf.
10, maple leaf, as bright as red, as warm as red. I, pick up a maple leaf and observe it carefully. Veins stretch freely among leaves, as if it were the most beautiful here, but quietly add a touch of beauty to maple leaves.