1. Fallen leaves, some like boats sailing in the wind, some like acrobats tumbling down, and some like gliders circling.
Looking at this yellow leaf, I seem to understand something. In this fleeting time, I suddenly realized how much time I wasted. Until this moment, Fang Fang woke up like a dream. What is the pursuit of being in a daze for so many years? It is silly to laugh at yourself. For years, I asked God what he wanted, and the days are gone forever. It's silly to laugh at yourself. For many years, for the persistent pursuit of a dream, I suddenly looked back and found nothing. Another poor smile and sigh, speechless. For a perfect ending, ups and downs have gone through so many years. In retrospect, the memory has long been blurred, and everything falls like this maple leaf. Open the inner window again and walk the long road far away from us.
The red maple leaves make people feel the beauty of autumn. The unique shape of maple leaf is like a small paw, which looks very playful. Like a lively peacock. Maple leaf? Small blood vessels? Criss-crossing, dazzling. Maple leaf is about cm long and slightly wider than long. What is the largest? Paws？ How many excellent ones are there in the world? Small teeth? , very cute.
I looked up and saw a flaming maple forest. That maple leaf is so bright and warm. I walked into the maple forest, picked up a maple leaf and observed it carefully. This maple leaf looks like a beautiful red five-star and an open palm. Veins stretch freely among leaves, as if it were the most beautiful here, but quietly add a touch of beauty to maple leaves. I looked at the maple leaf again. The color of this maple leaf is really beautiful. It is big red, so bright and beautiful.
Autumn leaves are so colorful, yellow as gold, green as jade, red as fire and so on. Let the autumn girl look particularly enchanting. A cool breeze blew, and golden leaves, waving handfuls of small fans, fell from the air as if telling a beautiful fairy tale.
6. In autumn, in the beautiful melody of Qiu Si, the strings of life are playing with the fallen leaves of every life. Sometimes, like a stormy land, a beautiful golden thread falls, which is covered with the journey of life. Sometimes, she is like a dreamy girl, slightly depressed, unwilling to wake up the sleeping earth, coming quietly and dancing lightly in the direction of the wind. Precipitation, melting that loneliness, that wandering shadow.
7. Bend down to pick up the fallen leaves and look carefully. I can't help thinking back to what it looked like when it was young. It must be green and sharp-cut, but even if it has a shocking life, it can't deviate from the laws of nature. Between the winding clouds and the ebb and flow of the tide, its soft leaves become dry unconsciously, and the orange color on the leaves is the brand left by the wind and rain.
8. A sudden warm wind, more leaves fall with the sound of fallen leaves in autumn, and the morning is fresh as dew. The sky exudes soft light, clear and ethereal, which makes people want to listen to the soaring songs of larks, just like looking at the blue sea and thinking of seeing a white sail. Sunset is the wings of time. When it flies away, it will spread out for a while. So dusk.
9. Fallen leaves float into the invisible world and fall into silence. Nothing can save a fallen leaf and make it return to the branches and remain fresh. This is a passage, a natural process. It will eventually go deep into the soil, turn into silt and nourish another new life, which is its own continuation and transcendence, and it is also the eternity of the beautiful moment of fallen leaves.
10. The fallen leaves hurried by. But I can't imagine what is behind the last threshold at the end of my life. But I think that every tree of life near it will fly out the last leaf at the last moment.
1 1. The maple leaf landed gently in my hand and was blown away by a breeze, not just to travel there. In the sun, the red leaves of that tree are so dazzling, layered and dense, really like a burning flame. It beckons to us in the wind, as if to show its exuberant vitality. I stared at the flaming maple leaf and couldn't help thinking of Du Muna? Stop and sit in the maple forest late, and the frost leaves are red in February flowers? This poem. What a lovely wind!
12. The earth put on a golden sweater, and yellow poplar leaves and bright maple leaves fell down, as if several colorful butterflies were flying in the air. Although the frost came, Grandpa Song Qing still wore a green robe and looked greener. Chrysanthemums in the garden are in full bloom, red as fire, pink as chardonnay and white as snow, which is beautiful. All the leaves on the persimmon tree have fallen, but the persimmons in Huang Chengcheng are still hanging on their fingers, like orange lanterns, large and small, with red begonia pressing the branches.
13. The fallen leaves in the northland, what a tragic atmosphere! The fallen leaves are dyed golden yellow or even scarlet. The first thing that may fall is just two pieces, like a golden butterfly with two broken souls. But then, there was a golden red shower. Then, a golden red carpet was laid under the tree. On this carpet, the iron is cast like that. Bare and scattered trunks and branches pierce the high blue sky and faint clouds.
14. The fallen leaves float to the invisible world and return to silence. Nothing can save a fallen leaf and make it return to the branches and remain fresh. This is a passage, a natural process. It will eventually go deep into the soil, turn into silt and nourish another new life, which is its own continuation and transcendence, and it is also the eternity of the beautiful moment of fallen leaves.
15. You see, the maple leaves are red, red and bright red, dancing assiduously in the autumn wind, laughing assiduously in the sunset, and showing their femininity assiduously in people's praise. Looking at the fiery maple, I can't help but think of the poem of Du Mu, a poet in the Tang Dynasty: "Frost leaves are red in February.
16. In the morning, I came to the park. I found that the trees in the park were not as lush as before, and the leaves fell all over the floor. When the autumn wind blows, the fallen leaves on the ground dance with the wind, just like beautiful butterflies. Some fallen leaves on the ground have withered; Some have just fallen, and there is still a trace of green; Others fell off a few days ago and were eaten by insects for several holes.
17. When the autumn wind swept away, leaves fell one after another. Some dance like butterflies, some spread their wings like orioles, and some spin lightly like dancers.
18. Leaves fall like a song, and the leaves finish their journey bit by bit, but they will eventually turn to dust, and I will try my best to remember the eternity of that moment.
19. I stood among the trees and listened quietly. The leaves fell to the ground with a faint rustle, as thin as cicada. At that moment, I imagined that vilen in autumn had Monet's golden color, so gorgeous. I want to imagine a big manor on a spire deep in Lin Qiu, with a vague and soft outline. The cool autumn wind blows, and from time to time there are golden leaves fluttering slowly in front of my eyes, so gentle, so quiet and so light, as if guarding a fragile dream.
In spring, young leaves are in full bloom. They are like newborn babies, delicate and fresh. They started their lives happily. This is a cheerful prelude. Summer is very long, the leaves are dark green, quietly enjoying the happiness of life. This is a beautiful and long theme. Autumn is long, leaves fall safely, that is their final destination, and life ends here, which is a euphemistic and sad ending. Perhaps its dream has been shattered, but it is not sad at all and smiles as before.
2 1. The amber dusk is faint and hazy, and tiny sunlight jumps on the clear window through the cracks in the leaves. Outside the window, a fallen leaf is quietly falling, and the leisurely curve suddenly makes my eyes shine. Unable to restrain my pounding heart, I walked into the path deep in the forest.
22. Yellow leaves, one piece and two pieces, float gently on the water, like countless boats, slowly swing away with the wind.
23. On the forest path, golden leaves are scattered all over the floor, stepping on autumn leaves all the way. I was moved by unknown poems, and even had an illusion that girls of this age were eager to take risks.
24. Fallen leaves, some like boats sailing in the wind, some like acrobats tumbling down, and some like hovering gliders.
25. The fallen leaves hurried by. But I can't imagine what is behind the last threshold at the end of my life. But I think that every tree of life near it will fly out the last leaf at the last moment.
26. All life has to be precipitated to have thickness, and fallen leaves are actually an interpretation of complete life. The falling leaves are melodious, just completing the precipitation of life.
27. It falls like a butterfly flying in the air in autumn. But like a butterfly in late autumn, it disappears so quickly and silently that it can only capture its beauty in an instant. Little feet tread carefully on the fallen leaves in autumn, making a crisp and pleasant sound that lingers in my ears.
28. Picking up some fallen leaves that fall at my feet like elves, I was surprised to find that the fallen leaves in autumn are so colorful: the thick green has not faded, but has added mature gold; It may be old, and its face is only brown. Although there is no gorgeous sunset, no gentle and elegant willow, it is enough to touch people's hearts. Green as jade, brown as night, golden as chardonnay, interwoven into a colorful picture on the ground.
29. Autumn is a mature season, but it is also accompanied by autumn wind sweeping away leaves and ruthlessly scraping off the branches of life. Fallen leaves are like the dusk of life. In the wind of Qiu Lai's death and the baptism of endless years, she slowly withered her life. She dedicated her life to nature and locked her love for life firmly on the trunk of life.
30. Maturity is a enrichment of life. With the arrival of autumn, fallen leaves slowly shake off the wings of life in the cool air. Her withering, her wandering and the following of her heart are all broken with the rain and dew of nature, and will always merge into new natural fragrance. Walking is to stay in the natural scenery better, and walking is for a new life, a new life update and dancing space.
3 1. There are many beautiful leaves in autumn, such as golden ginkgo leaves, which also make me feel the beauty of autumn. Are the soft ginkgo leaves stretched out? Body? When a gust of wind blows, it swings with the wind. Ginkgo biloba leaves, like handfuls of delicate small fans, fan us proudly like peacocks, adding beauty to our lives. How many small ginkgo leaves are there? Blood vessels? This is unique, easy to see, and you will never forget it. The golden ginkgo leaves left a deep impression on me.
32. There's another gust of wind, violent and violent. Maple leaves roll around and fall one by one. Looking at the falling maple leaves, I can't help thinking. The leaves fell without a trace. Indeed, the leaves fall so quietly that people don't realize it.
Some people say that the fallen leaves in autumn have withered and are worthless. I don't think so. ? Falling red is not heartless, but turning into spring mud can protect flowers better? . Autumn falls, melts into the soil and becomes the nourishment of the mother tree, which is pregnant with the hope of spring. I believe that next spring, there will be autumn leaves smiling faintly when they are in bud.
34. A breeze blows, leaves on the tree? Sasha vujacic made a noise, and I looked down and picked up a leaf. This leaf looks like a small hand, and the red on the top of it seems to drip. Hey, why do maple leaves turn red in autumn? Oh, it turns out that the low temperature in autumn destroyed the chlorophyll in the maple leaf and turned it into anthocyanin, so the maple leaf in autumn is red.
35. I walked in the maple forest, surrounded by trees. Autumn has come and will pass. What did the autumn wind take away? Is it gone? Are you still happy? Heartstrings are floating in the wind. There are endless fantasies in my heart, still staying in that blooming season. What will be left in this deciduous season? Is it that innocence or that passion? The change and passage of time has diluted the persistence in my heart, but left bitter memories. Time is boundless, the outer wall of time can't be touched, and its wings can't be caught. It passed so fast, perhaps, it disappeared like a fallen leaf. Come so quietly, go so hastily, so calmly.
36. I like the fallen leaves in autumn, and I like to cherish them deeply in my pages. In my drawer, in the beautiful world I decorate, I am looking for my life, the color of my life, and the origin where I can't be free and easy. The fallen leaves are not only the curtain call of the stage, but the construction of a new dance floor, in the noise, in the autumn wind, in the story, in the sound and silence.
37. I often walk into this land in late autumn and look at the golden forests and fallen leaves. I feel the season of life cycle, the warmth of sunshine, the freshness and lightness of the green world and photosynthesis, and the endless oxygen I breathe, all of which delight my body and mind and decorate my beautiful clothes, but I also feel the shortness of life for the fallen leaves, and I know that the leaves are falling.
38.？ Fallen leaves are not heartless things, but turn into spring mud to protect flowers? In fact, fallen leaves are in the torrent of changing from a tangible life form to an invisible life. She melted the soil in spring, melted into rivers, and deeply moistened the deep-rooted earth.
39. The long-awaited autumn has finally arrived. That leaf left a glimpse in my eyes like a dragonfly, easily piercing the haze in my heart. Long and messy troubles, like yellow leaves flying in autumn, will eventually settle down.
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