英语作文a weather report,

英语作文a weather report,

Autumn seemed to be so close,with less sunlight cast their final figure,at a corner of the corridor in shadow,by wind honed to the increasingly weak.I do not know that figure who are followers,I do not know who gave it life,may be just a bike,or it is hollow-out mottled Ye Ying brick on came in,or a feral cat stationary.
The wind is like running water,together with a passing cloud passed,sinking in the sky,gently flowing wind blowing me,always let me have a feeling of want to go,maybe it's because I don't chase the upper hand,I even believe that the wind was blowing my disappeared for a moment,before it's all the time there will be a door,a door with it the ends of the earth nook.Because,no matter how agile my reaction,I could not hear the wind the next breathing.
This is a long time ago,at least when the wind is still relatively immature,I gradually give up the chase,I chase is futile,will make my mind loops intertwined,the more ridiculous imagination,often around inside I can't find it exports.And now the wind is big,
Its running speed increase swiftly,it may be many times deeply touches my mind of the lake of the deep springs,but I won't go chasing it quickly and even the fingers are no longer willing to go to automobile collision footsteps,I was only a faint smile on the face.Perhaps the wind is no longer use it to the door,maybe I also can to catch up,but everything is already past.The only thing I can do,and have similar place,is faintly smiling in the wind.
On the steps of a bunch of unknown flowers,light purple,yearning for the sky,the wind helpless and abstractedly sat beside the flowers,swaying flowers silently shook his head,it is not a dandelion,it cannot be its own desire into the blue sky,so it is sad
A long story,about the feeling of the dandelion fly before the separation,the flowers said silence,ideal price to pay,all the flowers in the ponder these words again and again in the heart,want to sigh,forget how to sigh again.
Is a late autumn,it is a season of the wind is free,and yellow leaves of the paper of the wind or the wind is painted scenery,this is the wind in a magnificent and loose and do not break the style of temperament.For the wind died down,I use in the hands of a slightly curly book into the air,there will be an angel gives me a gift,a few dry leaf,art like lying beside my books slightly curly smile,I hope I can from it
What inspiration,because I was too surprised to autumn poetry.Such as WanYaoPa poet will be engraved on the surface of the moon is shaking,.
Butterflies are asleep,they won't fly in the fall in front of my eyes,or because everyone's eyes are invisible butterflies in the autumn,because the leaf is too beautiful,the flying dance too gorgeous,so clearly there at that moment,can't see the butterfly.Butterfly is summer dream,perhaps only in the summer,just for the summer fly autumn imperceptibly summer dream,so deceive our eyes.
If so,then in the summer,all people believe that dreams,this really is a fantastic season.
A late autumn,and a late autumn singing,piano are quiet,only music instrument - with the wind playing Musical Instruments,but also in the distance and where the ear,gently playing.In late autumn,it does not belong to a season,it's just the end of a season,god always,have written in the end,all good endings are always full of poetic.
孩子慢慢抄,不着急,还有哇,