Walking in the path, stepped on the leaves, leaves thick, soft, looks like a carpet.
Autumn wind gently swing, gently blowing my face, autumn leaves just like a beautiful butterfly flying around. There are red and yellow leaves, red as fire, yellow SAIJIN. The fallen leaves are quiet and serene, as if they are taking a leisurely walk. And the leaves on the tree are gently blown by the wind, just like the affectionate farewell for those fallen leaves. I was attracted by this picturesque scene, obsessed with watching, in that moment, fell a "Butterfly", and that one, that one, that one
I cast appreciative eyes on the fallen leaves and applaud for their strength. The fallen leaves of autumn, you are so beautiful and so strong. Your beauty is better than camellia, jasmine and Narcissus Autumn leaves, cool autumn away, hot autumn has come. The blue sky is like jelly like sweet smell, fragrant osmanthus, flying maple leaves, everything is so poetic.
When I was a child, I loved autumn very much. Looking forward to the golden sunshine, the light blue sky and the falling leaves flying like butterflies. I was wearing a lilac dress full of hope. I hope the autumn wind can integrate me with the whole world. When the wind blows, the golden leaves can be with me. They dance on tiptoe on my hair and rest on my little skirt, appreciating the elegant and fragrant violets. At that moment, I knew that I was a flying butterfly, printing the beauty of all things on my slightly flapping wings.
It has been a long time since I left the leaves. At that time, I always thought that I would never leave them. I could only store the falling leaves in my good memories. It was not until that day that the teacher asked us to collect specimens that I knew that my fate with the leaves was not over. Under a red maple tree, looking at the little maple leaf which is full of vitality in the sun, I feel a kind of excitement, but my hand has never touched the precious life. A piece of maple leaves fluttered in the breeze. I stretched out my hand. The fallen leaves just fell on my palm. The different veins seemed to tell something. Against it are the three important lifelines in my palm. Gradually, my body is full of emotion. Yesterday, when I hurried by the path full of warm memories, I found that the ground was covered with leaves of different colors. So quiet, so lonely. I stopped my pace and my heart trembled a little. Stoop slowly picked up a piece of old fallen leaves, yellow color, that is the favorite of childhood?
Can I compare the outline of vicissitudes to the colorful butterfly? Learning from my childhood, I am still spinning, but I don't have that kind of happy feeling. The same sunshine, the same place, the same season, even the smell of the air is the same. Is it not the same with your maturing heart? Or I still carefully scrutinized the different thickness of veins and the three lifelines in my palm, until that moment I understood its language and its story. I know their hidden emotions Slowly I put it down, when the fingertips left the tip of the leaf, I suddenly thought: maybe life is the fallen leaves, so ordinary, for the earth to finish writing beautiful, has not tasted its real happiness, but itself has fallen to its roots.
In autumn, when the poet associated it with romance, when the leaves tried their best to finish the last dance and leave the last beautiful, did you ever think that it might be the most helpless and desolate beauty in the world. Just as I felt the sad beauty of the fallen leaves, a golden light suddenly flashed in front of my eyes. Looking around, the ground was covered with fallen leaves. Oh, it's not helpless, it's not desolate, it's mature, it's harvest, it's dedication, it's hope "Falling red is not a merciless thing, turning into spring mud to protect flowers." in the golden leaves, it seems that there is infinite emerald green in front of my eyes, so full of vitality!
I am relieved of the fallen leaves in autumn and the hope of spring! Autumn leaves, autumn is coming, the color of the leaves began to turn yellow, and it is the season of leaves.
One day, walking through the "little primeval forest" in my community, I saw something fluttering, like a butterfly flying in the air. When I walked in, I found that it was a flying leaf. Day by day, the more the leaves fell, the more yellow the remaining leaves became
Another day, after passing this "little primeval forest" again, I saw the leaves "Shua Shua Shua Shua" falling down. On the ground, golden again, like a layer of gold blanket, naughty dogs rolling in the leaves, from time to time there is a little cool wind, which makes people feel cool.
Where is autumn? Autumn has been shown in front of our eyes, careful children will feel her coming. Autumn leaves, hot summer passed, and ushered in a beautiful autumn. In our yard, the tree mother happily facing the autumn wind, in a hurry to change the leaves into new clothes, to meet the beautiful autumn.
Look! Some leaves can't resist the joy in their hearts. They fall out of the arms of the tree mother and spin happily on the ground. It seems that they are proud to show their new golden dance clothes! I picked it up in a hurry. Ah, this leaf really looks like a palm, it is the phoenix tree leaf originally. Holly leaves are green, they wear "warm" green clothes, tenaciously fight with the rustling autumn wind, even in the cold winter, they also hold their heads, chest, bravely fight with the wind and snow, no wonder its name is Holly, probably that's what it means! At this time, another fiery red leaf appeared in front of me. It turned out to be a maple leaf. A leaf seemed not very beautiful, but a large leaf was different. What appeared in front of me was a bright red, like a flame, which made people get a warm feeling in late autumn. I can't help thinking of Du Mu's poem: stop and sit in the maple forest at night, frost leaves are red in February flowers.
Ah! Leaves, although you are very ordinary, but your spirit moved me. In spring, you dress up the trees for a new look. In summer, you use your body to block the sun, so that we can get a shade in the heat. In autumn, you quietly fall on the ground to make fertilizer for the trees, so that the trees grow more luxuriant. Your whole life is devoted in obscurity. Ah! Leaves, I praise you. Autumn leaves, people often say: "the time of the year is spring." I can also say: "the beauty of a year lies in autumn."
Autumn is beautiful, autumn leaves more beautiful. I love autumn, more love autumn leaves.
I like to walk on the path where autumn leaves are flying, which is the most charming place in autumn. At the end of the path is a quiet grove. When you enter the forest, you can see all kinds of fallen leaves laying a thick carpet on the earth. Maybe uncle Qiu is preparing for the coming of winter. A burst of light leaves have swept, like dancing in the air, like a large yellow warbler up and down.
Look, there are falling leaves. The leaves have sunset like gold. The gold is mixed with light orange, as if the afterglow of the sunset has dyed the whole grove red. Facing the dancing leaves, I quickly reached out to catch one. Ah, what a beautiful autumn leaf! Gently, thin, wearing colorful flower clothes, in the setting sun, also hair golden!
As soon as I turned around, a peach leaf fell beside me again. I bent down to pick it up, held it in my hand, and looked at it carefully. What a special autumn leaf! It is not urgent, completely back green, still emitting a strong aroma.
I can't help but cry out to those autumn leaves who are whirling in the wind The woods echoed happily Autumn leaves autumn is like a wonderful painter, the leaves painted red, the fruit red. But the fallen leaves are singers and dancers. They sing sad songs and dance sad dances. They seem to tell sad stories.
Autumn leaves are fragile. It's soft, like a indecisive woman; it's broken, like a porcelain doll, it's broken when touched; it's weak, it can't help the wind, even if it's held in the hand, it will be stained with cold things --- its tears.
Autumn leaves are light. When it wobbles down from the branches, its body is as light as a feather. With the wind, it leans to the left and looks to the right, floating down. When lying quietly on the ground, the quiet string music played, all calm, but at this time, came an aggressor wind, the wind gently blew up piles of leaves, picked up a small "wave".
Autumn leaves are strong, but not the appearance, but the heart. Even if its crisp leaves are broken, but the stem, but the lotus root is broken, it is not reconciled, his life is so short. It once thought that itself, and all the leaves like it, were born, lived and died in the ordinary. However, it now feels that its life is not so dull, has a strong, it is a force from the outside world.
Fallen leaves are fragile, light and strong. However, when it drifts down from the branches, everything seems to be ordinary and relaxed, but there is a kind of inexplicable heartache.
The wind mercilessly cut the leaves from the branches and let them wander in the air. People feel sobbing in the air, but their hearts tremble when they see it in the air. It finally landed on the cold ground, but the ground is not its best destination.
People stepped on it, leaving a string of footprints; children picked it up and branded it with "fire marks"; animals looked at it with pity, but no animals offered a helping hand.
Its fate is tragic.
Finally, in the dead of night, it died quietly.
Wind, and suddenly, in this autumn world, whistling.