It's autumn again.
When I walked out of the house, I saw the fallen leaves. Look, mother Qiu is busy putting gold on the trees. From afar, the trees on both sides of the road are like a vast golden sea. As the autumn wind blows, the leaves fall one after another. Some of them are dancing like butterflies, some are flying like Orioles, and some are rotating as light as dancing appreciation. The ground is covered with leaves. It's like laying a thick golden blanket. It's very beautiful.
Look, there's a big leaf falling down there. I'll go there and catch it. It's like a golden boat! It must have thought of the river to play before it fell down! So I took it home and gently put it into the pool. The water was clattering, as if welcoming the arrival of the boat. The boat was spinning gently, as if it was saying goodbye to me.
I often go to see the leaves, watching the last leaf swing on the branch, falling and the leaves on the ground are more and more, one by one, making the golden carpet wider and wider, as if the whole world has become golden. Yellow leaves are my love for autumn.
When the autumn wind and rain are sad, the cold will devour the green expectation on the leaves mercilessly, and give him a yellow dress like compensation, so the autumn creates the leaves, and the leaves decorate the autumn.
Leaves, yes, it is a leaf of destruction, burial, farewell, is the power of time in the tree traces, is the years of the wheel rolling out of the withering. When pieces of leaves are scattered among the weeds, the old trunk stands in the setting sun, stretching out its trembling branches to the sky. The once green, shade, flowers and fruits are all destroyed. Maybe that's the definition of leaves.
So I am sad for it.
However, I am proud of it.
Defoliation is a textbook. Let's read the history from green to yellow. It's only a history of spring, summer, autumn and winter. There is no denying that without yellow leaves, there will be no flowers, not to mention growth and aging. It promotes the evolution of life and creates the beauty of ups and downs.
Defoliation is a kind of home and a kind of beginning. It transforms the beauty of being detached from the earth into the beauty of being attached to it. Some time later, it will turn into soil, fully integrate into the earth, let the new leaf absorb its little bit by bit, so as to start the reappearance of his life. "Sad leaves in the autumn, like soft in the spring." Perhaps the fallen leaves are just the connection point of sadness and joy, and the land covered by the fallen leaves is the underworld of life and life exchange.
The replacement of life and death is inevitable for the existence and development of nature, and it is irresistible. There is no choice but the way of death. Leaves choose to burn. With the boiling blood coating all over the body, burning the last enthusiasm, facing the disappearance. It offers the color of life to nature with honesty, enthusiasm and an upward and unyielding heart.
Some people say that the meaning of leaves is that they also give birth to spring. Others say that the beauty of leaves lies in their colors. In my opinion, the beauty of leaves lies in the past, the present and the future.
Who says that leaves are depressed? Fallen leaves like to see them flutter all over the sky in autumn, until the branches of the tree in late autumn are left
A few leaves flutter with the wind, then fall down lonely, and be brought up by the autumn wind, like a butterfly
Like flying, finally gently landing. In the moment of landing, the leaves are dancing with the wind
It became unusually quiet after the swing. A special feeling can be felt through this tranquility
Magnificent, through this kind of tranquility can feel a kind of connotation about life. The past of life
Cheng and the result, like this naturally disappearing leaf, dance with the autumn wind and fall to the ground, without any
It ended with regret.
Every leaf has some beautiful mood, and every leaf has many charming looks
Vision, every leaf has a period of wind and rain, every leaf has a deep feeling
The story of. Day after day, year after year, as life continues, leaves repeat
With its growth, exuberance and decline. No matter where it grows, as long as the spring wind can blow
As long as the place where rain and snow can fall, it can make the most of its green
When spring comes, I like to stand by the tree and watch the green and green lines
The first new leaf. Every new leaf is so full of life, just because of these beautiful
The green leaves cling to the flowers, which makes spring wonderful.
In the hot summer, I like to sit under the trees to enjoy the cool and watch the leaves. The leaves are overlapped,
If the cover is like an umbrella, the leaves at this time are full of publicity personality, dark green color, luxuriant and incomparable.
It is because of these thick leaves that the essence of nature can be absorbed and the branches will be able to grow.
Enough to hang fruit.
When autumn comes, I like to look at the redness of the forest from afar. I know it's the experience of leaves
After countless ups and downs, I finally used a red color chart for all my passion
Now it's out. Fire is the symbol of passion, which burns life to the utmost. I admire leaves
I can say goodbye to the past in such a warm and extraordinary form.
Not all the leaves will be as spectacular as fire in autumn, not all of them
Some leaves can dance with the autumn wind and fall again. I saw it not long ago
When a typhoon comes, the leaves are shaking desperately to prevent the wind
A lot of leaves and its branches fell to the ground. After the strong wind,
I picked up some green branches and leaves. I felt sorry for them, but suddenly I thought of them
A few days ago, CCTV broadcast stories about some people in the Anti Japanese war. Yes
Many heroes appeared in front of me. They are Zhang Zizhong and Yao Ziqing. They
It's 800 brave heroes. In the face of the Japanese gunfire and the national crisis, it is
Zhang Zizhong and Yao Ziqing are 800 brave heroes who are determined to fight with him
Our young life, blood stained battlefield.
Aren't they just like the new branches that fell to the ground to fight the storm? Although they
Fall to the ground early, but they will never wither; though they did not come
We have to experience the beauty of life more, but better reflect the value of life. In autumn, leaves of many trees are floating away from their mothers, like countless light girls dancing in the air.
There is a kind of leaf called maple leaf. The maple leaf in the mountain looks like a volcano about to erupt from afar. Only when I get close to it can I know that she is so beautiful. The maple leaf is like a cute little hand, big and small, fat and thin, long and short. It seems that there are countless little hands greeting me. Welcome to my coming. Since the autumn wind, the young girl will show her soft body again. The maple leaf tightly hugs her mother, but it is blown down again.
There is a kind of leaf called ginkgo leaf, which looks very gorgeous from afar. Every leaf is shining with strange light. Ginkgo leaf seems to be using a small fan to fan her mother. Gao Xin, the mother, shakes her arm and touches her child with her hand. I also saw many actors dancing gracefully I strolled in the street, gently plucked a leaf, inquired about his fragrance, valued his delicate texture, and appreciated his dancing
I am deeply intoxicated by these dancers. Without praise, autumn leaves are so beautiful! The leaves outside the fallen leaves window are already withered and yellow, but I don't know how much they add to the midsummer, and how the endless autumn wind can't be wiped away.
Through a ray of morning light in the sky, it reminds me of countless thoughts in the past, its gorgeous scenery and natural decoration. The reflection in the lake is still visible, but it is hard to find its trace. As if wearing a layer of white yarn to cover up all their own, to cover up their great achievements, to cover up their own unique style.
The sunset wants to decorate it with peculiar colors; the moonlight wants to pull it and show its graceful dancing; the stream wants to set it off and show its elegant appearance. But it has already seen through that, how much prosperity, how much vanity in the world, how many times a poet feels for it, how many times a Mohist wants to borrow it to express his feelings, and how many times an elegant man regards it as a treasure. As always, he is engaged in his simple and complex work, no regrets, even when the foundation is crumbling, when the fatigue is twining on the body, when the color is fading in the corner of the eye, it is the same. She will not look back and pour out her great function and magic to nature. She is willing to hide in the earth to nurture her legend, create the last journey of her extraordinary life and brand her life with an eternal mark.
Although it has only a short life and only a few cold days and a few hot days, there is no doubt that its outstanding achievements, though not recognized by human beings, can be seen everywhere in the wheel of history.
I picked up a leaf, looked at its outline, I described her vicissitudes of the past, looked at its color, I recalled its boring past, looked at its lightness, I outlined his tiny desire. Listen to the sounds of the wind, the music of the rain, savor it carefully, the fragrance of its personality, the exact secret words it marks, and the lovely face it shows. What do you want to tell me? I'm sorry, please forgive me, I can't answer, your excellence, your plainness, I can't use the most correct interpretation, I can't use my high-quality and simple thoughts to express, I can't understand your life's dedication, I can't understand your valuable temperament. Fallen leaves "the fallen leaves are full of thoughts, and the leaves have the meaning of existence; the autumn rain is a little bit annoying, and the autumn rain has the meaning of existence; the full moon is sad and intoxicating, and the full moon has the meaning of existence. But what's the meaning of everyone's existence? What's the meaning of everyone's existence in another guest's life?
Last night, a full moon was in the sky, without the ornament of stars. The autumn wind mercilessly blew the maple leaves. The night was so empty, and suddenly thought of the meaning of "being". How many people come to you from strangeness, and gradually become your good friends. As time goes on, they return to strangeness. Finally, they are scattered like water, which is not strange. It's like a competition, a round of cooperation, a round of elimination, unknown, the final winner may be your friend or the most important person. But what is the purpose of those eliminated people's existence in your life, just for a trace of memory or..? I don't know. I don't know! It is said that love, once the former sweetness of love is broken, it can not be retained. Even if it is hard to plead, the end can only be sad alone, indifferent to tears. Maybe we can be friends after separation, but we have hurt each other and left memories. Where should we start this friendship? Think of the time will be flat everything, to light start again, but years will wear out everything, but how can not years create everything? In her life, she can only watch her go further and further. Too much of the past is hard to give up, hard to forget, and hard to grasp the memories, but what can this do? Said she didn't care, but she is still in your world, but how can it be? At the end of the day, there is nothing better than the rustling autumn wind, which makes people cry. What is the meaning of such a person's existence in life? Is it just memory? I think there is a little sadness and weakness in my memory