关于秋天的英语名言

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关于秋天的英语名言

1.Wake up to drink ,people feel the middle of the night, moving wind over a lotus leaf pond

夜半酒醒人不觉，满池荷叶动秋风

2.Life is so simple, such as the autumn, such as fallen leaves.

生命如此简单，如秋，如落叶。

3.In autumn, some emotions, such as fallen leaves as they decline, some have lingering shadow, only in the virtual network is indistinct in the familiar names. It withered on the decline,ashes are also good, regardless of the feelings of like how the leaves like a tree in full bloom and how to decline. I was standing on the flow of time, laughing, even if the sky flying leaves, eventually covering the lives of desolation.

秋中，有些感情便如落叶般凋零了，有些影子却挥之不去，只在网络虚缈中才有熟悉的名字。凋零就凋零吧，倦缩也好，成灰亦好，管它感情如一树红叶般怎样盛开，怎样凋零。我站在川流不息的时间里，谈笑风生，任凭满天的叶子飞舞，最终覆盖苍凉的生命。

有没有描写秋天的英文诗句

To Autumn

John Keats

Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness,

Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun,

Conspiring with him how to load and bless

With fruit the vines that round the thatch-eves run;

To bend with apples the moss'd cottage-trees,

And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core;

To swell the gourd, and plump the hazel shells

With a sweet kernel; to set budding more,

And still more, later flowers for the bees,

Until they think warm days will never cease,

For Summer has o'er-brimm'd their clammy cells.

有关天气的英语谚语

早霞不出门，晚霞行千里——Red sky at night,sailor'sdelight.Red sky in the morning,sailor take waring. 日晕三更雨，月晕午时风——Halo around the sun or moon ,rain or snowsoon. 月明星稀——When the stars begin to huddle ,the earth will soon become a puddle. 蚂蚁搬家，天将雨——When ladybugs swarm,expect a day that's warm. 蜜蜂迟归，雨来风吹——If bees stay at home,rain will soon come.if they fiy away ,fine will be the day

春天的英语诗句

Spring Spring are not always the same.In some years,April bursts upon Virginia hills in one prodigious leap-and all the stage is filled at once,whole choruses of tulips,arabesques of forsythia,cadenzas of flowering plum.The trees grow leavws overnight. In other years,spring tipoes in.It pauses,overcome by shyness,like my grandchild at the door,peeping in,ducking out of sight,giggling in the hallway.＂I know you are out there,＂I cry.＂Come in”And April slips into our arms. The dogwood bud, pale green,is inlaid with russet markings.Within the perfect cup a score of clustered seeds are nestled.One examines the bud in awe:Where were those seeds a month ago?The apples display their milliner's scraps of ivory silk,rose-tinged.All the sleeping things wake it,feel it, crumble April in your hands. Look to the rue anemone,if you will,or the pea patch,or to the stubborn weed that thrusts its shoulders through a city street.This is how it was,is now,and ever shall be, the world without end.In the serene certainty of spring recurring,who fear the distant fall?