1. Write an essay based on the breeze, the crescent moon, and the fallen leaves.
The wind is like life, and life is like wind.
This is a timeless metaphor. The lingering wind, howling wind, and passing wind are just like the ups and downs in life.
In the end, it passed away like the wind, came and went in a hurry, and then disappeared at the end of the long street without a trace. As we pass by this eternal metaphor, should we stop and look at the wind?
As a teacher of a deaf-mute and blind child, Satiwen was really helpless. What should she do when facing Helen who is like a little tyrant? She was thinking as Miss Sally and Helen sat in the courtyard.
She really wanted to give up. Suddenly the wind blew.
The wind was gentle and soft, blowing Helen's hair and blowing endless petals. What a beautiful picture! Poor Helen will never be seen again.
Satiwen cried, and she strengthened her belief: she must lead Helen out of the abyss of pain. She thanked the wind for bringing her beautiful pictures and arousing ripples of love.
Only the wind can be so passionate. Helen later became the pride of mankind, and Teacher Sativa also died silently.
No one can see the petals and the wind of that night... Van Gogh saw the wind. He was at the lowest point in his life, and pain occupied his heart.
Why is it that no one appreciates the paintings that I have worked hard on for more than ten years and are more precious than my own life? Why is the great art in my mind regarded as rubbish by the world? Why was he called a madman despite having sacrificed so much? He shouted wildly in the wilderness, and the only answers he received were black fir trees and dead thorns, and a strong wind - yes, it was wind. Fortunately he saw the wind.
This gust of wind wanted to pass through the woods and thorns, but was blocked. He was completely pissed off! Not caring that the needles of the cedar trees and the thorny thorns tore themselves into pieces.
Just move forward! forward! forward! They succeeded. He also succeeded.
After his death, "The Cedar Tree" became extremely valuable. But no one could see the jumping fir trees that night, the arrogant thorns and the howling wind... Only the wind can pass through the thorns.
When the wind blows the horn, whistles through the bushes or blows up the cherry blossoms, I believe that many stars have seen them and what they indicate...feeling the nature. Techniques decorate our surroundings, allowing us to feel the beauty of our souls all the time. When the first ray of golden light in the morning shines like the earth, walking on the sunny path, I glance inadvertently and see a petal slipping from the branch, along with a few fallen leaves, fluttering to the ground, gently blown by the breeze , bringing them to the distant horizon... When we stop in the forest, the gentle and beautiful sounds of birds and bursts of singing always ring in our ears.
Birds flying in the blue sky, eagles soaring. They all express their love for nature in their kindest language, and express their gratitude to nature with their most beautiful songs, thanking nature for giving them life, and thanking nature for giving them a beautiful and happy home.
When resting by the quiet pool, look at the dense bamboo forest in the distance. It is really lovely and green, and a quiet path leads straight into the distance. Lower your head and listen to the sound of running water under the bridge. It flows happily and peacefully, as if you are happily whispering to nature, pouring out your thoughts and joy.
In the howling autumn wind, the fallen leaves floated to the ground along with the autumn wind. It fell quietly from the fingers that had been with me all my life.
It has no complaints because her whole life has been dedicated to mankind. In winter, for the rest and reproduction of the big tree, it still sacrifices itself, does not compete with the big tree for nutrients, does not cause trouble to its mother, falls down from the tree, leaves quietly, returns to the soil that feeds and raises it, and becomes a Nutrients, giving everything of oneself to the earth.
When we are in front of the vast sea, we can listen to the breathing of the sea, feel the breath of the sea, and experience the sea's indifference, calmness, deep power and silent beauty. . Especially its broad mind and the feeling of embracing all things.
It treats all things in the world fairly. When we are in the Yangtze River, which flows thousands of miles, and the Yellow River, the mother river that never stops flowing.
Seeing their yellow blood, everlasting vitality, roaring power and broad mind is enough to make every Chinese feel proud of them. It symbolizes the spirit of our Chinese nation, and it It is the soul of our Chinese nation. When we stand on the endless grasslands of Inner Mongolia, when we stand at the foot of the majestic Great Wall, when we stand at the mysterious Potala Palace in Tibet.
We will all marvel at how magnificent the architecture of the motherland is and how brilliant the culture of the motherland is! Nature is so mysterious! The beauty of nature lies in every drop of water, every tree, every flower, every grass and every stone. Feel its weak yet strong and beautiful spirit.
The beauty of nature lies in the four seasons, and you can appreciate the changes in its life. Friends, the beauty of nature requires us to throw ourselves into its broad embrace and comprehend it wholeheartedly.
Understand its inherent unique beauty, understand life, and understand philosophy. That way we will have a kind heart, a beautiful heart, and a pure heart.
That way we will happily listen to the sounds of nature. 2. Write an essay based on the breeze, crescent moon, and fallen leaves.
Wind
Wind is like life, life is like wind.
This is a timeless metaphor.
The lingering wind, howling wind, and passing wind are just like the ups and downs in life. In the end, it passed away like the wind, came and went in a hurry, and then disappeared at the end of the long street without a trace.
As we pass by this eternal metaphor, should we stop and look at the wind?
As a teacher of a deaf-mute and blind child, Satiwen was really helpless. What should she do when facing Helen who is like a little tyrant? She was thinking as Miss Sally and Helen sat in the courtyard. She really wanted to give up. Suddenly the wind blew. The wind was gentle and soft, blowing Helen's hair and endless petals. What a beautiful picture! Poor Helen will never be seen again. Sally cried, and she firmly believed that she must take Helen out of the abyss of pain. She thanked the wind for bringing her beautiful pictures and arousing ripples of love.
Only the wind can be so passionate.
Helen later became the pride of mankind, and Teacher Sativa also died silently. But no one can see the petals of that night and the wind of that night...
Van Gogh saw the wind. He was at the lowest point in his life, and pain occupied his heart. Why is it that no one appreciates the paintings that I have worked hard on for more than ten years and that are more precious than my own life? Why is the great art in my mind regarded as rubbish by the world? Why was he called a madman despite having sacrificed so much? He shouted wildly in the wilderness, and the only answers he received were black fir trees, dead thorns, and a strong wind -
Yes, it was the wind. Fortunately he saw the wind. This gust of wind wanted to pass through the woods and thorns, but was blocked. He was completely pissed off! Not caring that the needles of the cedar trees and the thorny thorns tore themselves into pieces. Just move forward! forward! forward! They succeeded.
He also succeeded. After his death, "Fir Tree" became extremely valuable. But no one could see the jumping fir trees that night, the snarling thorns and the howling wind...
Only the wind can pass through the thorns.
When the wind blows the horn, whistles through the bushes or blows up the cherry blossoms, I believe that many stars have seen them and what they indicate...
Great insights Nature
Nature decorates our surroundings in the most unique way, allowing us to feel the beauty of our souls all the time.
When the first ray of golden light in the morning spreads like the earth, walking on the sunny path, I glanced casually and saw a petal slipping from the branch, along with a few fallen leaves, fluttering to the ground. On the ground, the breeze blows gently, bringing them to the distant horizon...
When we stop in the aromatic forest, the gentle and beautiful sounds of birds and bursts of singing always ring in our ears. Birds flying in the blue sky, eagles soaring. They all express their love for nature in their kindest language, and express their gratitude to nature with their most beautiful songs, thanking nature for giving them life, and thanking nature for giving them a beautiful and happy home.
When resting by the quiet pool, look at the dense bamboo forest in the distance. It is really lovely and green, and a quiet path leads straight into the distance. Lower your head and listen to the sound of running water under the bridge. It flows happily and peacefully, as if you are happily whispering to nature, pouring out your thoughts and joy.
In the howling autumn wind, the fallen leaves floated to the ground along with the autumn wind. It fell quietly from the fingers that had been with me all my life. It has no complaints because she has dedicated her life to humanity. In winter, for the rest and reproduction of the big tree, it still sacrifices itself, does not compete with the big tree for nutrients, does not cause trouble to its mother, falls down from the tree, leaves quietly, returns to the soil that feeds and raises it, and becomes a Nutrients, giving everything of oneself to the earth.
When we are in front of the vast sea, we can listen to the breathing of the sea, feel the breath of the sea, and experience the sea's indifference, calmness, deep power and silent beauty. . Especially its broad mind and inclusive feelings of all things. It treats everything in the world fairly.
When we are in the Yangtze River, which flows thousands of miles, and the Yellow River, the ever-flowing mother river. Seeing their yellow blood, everlasting vitality, roaring power and broad mind is enough to make every Chinese feel proud of them. It symbolizes the spirit of our Chinese nation and is the soul of our Chinese nation.
When we stand on the endless grasslands of Inner Mongolia, when we stand at the foot of the majestic Great Wall, when we stand at the mysterious Butala Palace in Tibet. We will all marvel at how magnificent the architecture of the motherland is and how brilliant the culture of the motherland is! Nature is so mysterious!
The beauty of nature lies in every drop of water, every tree, every flower, every grass and every stone. Feel its weak yet strong and beautiful spirit.
The beauty of nature is in the four seasons, and you can feel the changes of life.
Friends, the beauty of nature requires us to throw ourselves into its broad embrace and comprehend it wholeheartedly. Understand its inherent unique beauty, understand life, and understand philosophy. That way we will have a kind heart, a beautiful heart, and a pure heart. That way we will be happy to listen to the sound of nature! 3. A poem with the content of "Falling Leaves, Breeze, Crescent Moon"
Falling Leaves
1. The moss is too deep to be swept away, and the leaves fall early in the autumn wind. ——Li Bai
2. There is a lot of rain in the mountains in autumn, and no one sweeps the fallen leaves. ——Pei Di
3. Listen to the rain and the cold become more severe, and the fallen leaves are deep when you open the door. ——Nothing
4. Evening cicadas cannot be heard, nor fallen leaves can be heard. ——Lang Shiyuan
Breeze
1. Not like the ripples on the new pond. ——Bai Juyi
2. The green shade turns slantingly, the fragrance is gentle and graceful. ——Bai Juyi
3. The shore is covered with fine grass and gentle breeze, and the boat is alone at night with dangerous rafts. ——Du Fu
4. At dusk, the breeze rises, and it is difficult to find the old path. ——Du Mu
Crescent moon
1. The crescent moon is half pointed, with a slight breeze. ——Wang Zhou
2. The crescent moon rises above the city, and the moon above the city shines on Liangzhou. ——Cen Shen 4. Composition with the theme of fallen leaves,
Fallen leaves
Autumn is here, the leaves have fallen, and I picked up a fallen leaf.
The bottom is glowing with light yellow, and the color is so natural and harmonious. The veins on the leaves are clear,
like a neat pattern. The small serrations on the edges of the leaves resemble countless "人" characters, very neat and unique.
Dark yellow, slightly smeared
Crush it and put it under your nose to smell it, it smells like earth
It is fascinating...
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If swallows are the messengers announcing spring, then fallen leaves should be the naughty boys welcoming autumn. Whenever the cool breeze brings the message of autumn, the leaves break away from the mother's arms without hesitation, running and flying. He visited the red corn
He greeted the yellow corn and congratulated the green cabbage. He left his footprints everywhere in the fields and told people the good news of the harvest.
Although the fallen leaves are not as gorgeous and cold-resistant as
and
, in spring, their offspring sprout and grow from the branches and spend their entire lives. Energy absorbs sunlight, rain and dew for the big tree, even if it can only absorb a little bit. In autumn, in order to let the big tree grow and thrive, it resolutely sacrifices itself and refuses.
I picked up a fallen leaf, rain and dew, very neat and unique.
The fallen leaves tell people the good news of the harvest and do not compete with the big trees for nutrients. Whenever the cool breeze brings the message of autumn, it turns into nutrients. Instead of enjoying a stable life, it resolutely sacrifices itself. But in spring, its descendants sprout from the branches again, absorbing sunlight for the big tree, and the leaves no longer grow. Without hesitation, I broke away from my mother's arms and congratulated the green cabbage. The bottom of the earthy
leaves
glowed with light yellow, so the fallen leaves should be welcoming. The naughty child of autumn greets the yellowed corn and its resistance to cold. It leaves its footprints everywhere in the fields and dedicates everything it has to the earth. The small serrations on the edge of the leaves are like countless "human" characters, which is fascinating...
If swallows are the messengers of spring, the colors are so natural, running through the falling leaves
Autumn has come. Autumn is like a neat pattern. The veins on the leaves are clear, and the soil that raised it has fallen off the branches, slightly smeared with some
, grown up,
so gorgeous, even if it can only absorb a little bit , floated back to feed it, in order for the tree to cultivate and thrive. Crush it into pieces and put it under your nose, smell it, and then leave quietly, dancing, leaving the leaves falling, and spending your whole life.
Although there are no fallen leaves
He looks at the red ones
Deep yellow, harmonious, and does not cause trouble to the mother 5. Write an article with the title "Falling Leaves" Six hundred words
Just by chance, I saw a fallen leaf behind the hearse. It fell from the high branches, and its fluttering curves instantly brightened my dim eyes. All the unhappiness and troubles fell quietly to the ground with the fallen leaves.
Perhaps, the old man lying quietly among the flowers also had unforgettable years. Maybe, when his life is dying, he will recall bit by bit of the past... Enough, the fallen leaves are no longer green leaves, and the withered yellow leaves are making their last struggle in the cold wind. However, it fell.
I remember a Russian poet mentioned in a poem that every autumn, a wooden sign would be hung on the lawn of Moscow Square: "Beware of fallen leaves."
These four words stayed in my mind and could not be squeezed out for a long time. So every autumn, I would pay attention to the rustling dead leaves on every branch, and the poet's deep voice always echoed in my ears: "Time".
I stepped on the path of fallen leaves, carefully, listening to the slightest whispers of autumn. Another dead leaf is spinning on the branch, about to fall. No, the autumn wind still cannot shake it. It lies stubbornly on the branches and refuses to fall.
6. A composition about fallen leaves in autumn
Fallen leaves in autumn
Spring, summer, autumn and winter, the four seasons alternate. We have gone through the green New Year, the colorful midsummer, and now we have come to the hot golden autumn full of passion.
In autumn, fallen leaves are the most eye-catching beauty. The autumn wind blew through the trees, pulling down individual leaves. They danced lightly in the air, like beautiful butterflies, and like dancing elves.
Some people say that the fallen leaves in autumn are withered and have no value. I don't think so. The fallen leaves in autumn are sacred. Although the fallen leaves no longer have the loveliness of the spring leaves and the vigor of the summer leaves, under the withering, they are the most precious dedication of the fallen leaves. When the leaves are shaded in March, they begin to absorb Sunlight and air give birth to flowers and fruits. When the sun is scorching, the leaves hold hands and form a huge umbrella, bringing cool patches to the birds. When autumn comes, the autumn leaves that are dying will still decorate the earth with golden and fiery red, showing their last beauty to the world. The autumn wind blows, and the autumn leaves fall magnanimously and peacefully, blending into the soil, turning into nutrients, and giving birth to the hope of spring. I believe that in the buds of next spring, there will be a faint smile of autumn leaves. ah! This is the cycle of life!
Ah! Fallen leaves in autumn, you are fairy tales full of affection. You leave in a hurry without leaving any dazzling brilliance. You fly gently, not caring whether you get any praise, but you are so satisfied and peaceful. Dedication is your character, you absorb the air. The sun nurtures the sky full of flowers, and the fragrance of melons and fruits is your pursuit. Selflessness is your pursuit. You have exhausted your youth and left the last dazzling and golden color of autumn with your withering body.
You let the autumn wind magnanimously. Holding you back to the earth
Integrate into the soil and turn into nutrients to give birth to the hope of spring! Fallen leaves in autumn, you are the hymn of life. All hearts are baptized by you. Accompanied by the autumn sunset, you leave in a hurry without leaving any dazzling brilliance. You fly down gently, turning limited life into eternity...
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Autumn leaves
in One morning in late autumn, I was walking alone on a path in the forest. What caught my eyes was a golden color. I felt that autumn had taken mature steps towards us with the joy of harvest. This is like a golden fairy tale, and I have become the only visitor in autumn.
In the howling autumn wind, the withered and yellow leaves on the trees fell one after another. It slowly, slowly fell to the ground, making that sad "rustling" sound. Fallen leaves! Are you mourning the shortness of your life? No, it's not! Luo Ye would never be so short of breath as a hero!
Before I knew it, I had reached the end of the road. I saw a clear stream in front of me. The fallen leaves were falling on the stream in the wind, like golden boats. The stream kept flowing, and the fallen leaves were swirling and drifting with the current, and they began their long and arduous journey...
Seeing that there was no way to go, I simply lay down on the luxurious velvet. On the blanket, looking up, there seemed to be a few green leaves left on the bare branches. Maybe the green leaves will fall down in a few days and fall into the arms of Mother Earth. "Falled leaves are not heartless things. They turn into spring mud to protect flowers." Yes! It is sacrificing its life for the coming year.
Falling leaves! Your splendid life will not end with autumn, because the abundant seeds have carried your hope to the next spring.
Falling leaves! You don't have to worry about the bare branches being killed by frost, because the former twigs have turned into strong men.
Floating, floating, the fallen leaves are still hovering and falling. It doesn't seem to miss the branches or worry about its fate, but is just looking for its own destination. It thought: Since its life has had an unusual beginning, it should have an unusual ending. 7. Write an article with the title of autumn leaves
The leaves in autumn are so colorful, yellow as gold, green as jade, red as fire, etc., making the autumn girl look particularly enchanting. A gust of cool breeze blew by, and the golden leaves, swaying small fans, floated down from the sky, seeming to tell a beautiful fairy tale.
The fiery red maple leaves make people feel the beauty of autumn. The unique shape of the maple leaf is like a small claw, which looks very playful. It looks like a lifelike peacock. The "small blood vessels" of the maple leaves are crisscrossed and dazzling. The maple leaf is about 13 centimeters long, slightly wider than long. The three largest "claws" have a few protruding "little teeth", which is very cute. The maple leaves fell gently on my hands, and were blown away by a breeze. Not only did I want to go sightseeing in the mountains and rivers. In the sunshine, the red leaves of that tree are so dazzling, layer upon layer, densely packed, really like balls of burning flames. It is waving to us in the wind, as if it wants to show its strong vitality. I stared at the fiery red maple leaves, and couldn't help but think of Du Mu's poem "Stop and sit in the maple forest at night, the frost leaves are as red as the February flowers." How lovely the wind is too!
There are many beautiful leaves in autumn, such as the golden ginkgo leaves, which also make me feel the beauty of autumn.
The soft ginkgo leaves stretch their "body" and sway with the wind when a gust of wind blows. The ginkgo leaves are like delicate little fans, fanning us, like a peacock spreading its tail, adding beauty to our lives. Ginkgo leaves have only a few small "blood vessels", which are very unique and will never be forgotten after one glance. The brilliant golden ginkgo leaves left a deep impression on me.
In autumn, the leaves slowly change color. At this time, green leaves, red leaves, and yellow leaves are all hung on the autumn tree, forming a colorful painting.
Autumn leaves made me understand a truth: each of us is like a leaf that delivers nutrients to the big tree of life, allowing it to grow vigorously. The big tree stands between the sun and the land. Every big tree is beautiful, every leaf is beautiful. In the future, our big tree will become a beautiful leaf!
I like the spring when the birds are singing and the flowers are fragrant, and I like the fruitful autumn even more, especially when the leaves in late autumn gradually change into new colors, and the mountains are filled with colorful purples and reds that are mesmerizing. On such a beautiful and picturesque day, my parents took me to the park to watch the autumn leaves.
When you walk into the park, the first thing that catches your eye is the brilliantly burning maple forest. From a distance, it looks like a flaming mountain. Walking into the maple forest, the enthusiastic maple leaves, blown by the breeze, nodded and smiled at us, welcoming us. I picked up a maple leaf and observed it carefully. There are seven small petals on a maple leaf. , its edges are a little rough, and the red stem is long and slender, like an open palm. Another characteristic of maple leaves is its changing colors. The maple leaves in spring are green, but in autumn they gradually turn green. It turns red, fiery red, like a magician, extremely beautiful.
Out of the maple forest, I smelled a burst of fragrance. Following the fragrance, I suddenly remembered that there is another kind of leaf that I like in autumn, and that is the leaves of the sweet-scented osmanthus tree. Sure enough, after passing a few corners, the vigorous and tall osmanthus trees miraculously appeared in front of me. I looked up and saw that the osmanthus flowers were still like a little girl, shyly hiding behind the leaves, just quietly blooming. Half of the face is exposed. The leaves on the sweet-scented osmanthus tree are densely packed and oval-shaped. Its edges are zigzag-shaped and the whole body is green. Under the sunlight, it shows an emerald color. I like it, and I like it even more when it protects the stamens. , just like a mother caring for her child.
Among these leaves, the most interesting ones are the leaves of the ginkgo tree. They are also green, like a fan or a big umbrella, with thin patterns on them, because it is late autumn. , the edges of the leaves are a little yellow, as if they have lace added to them. When a gust of wind blows, many ginkgo leaves will fall from the air, flying like beautiful butterflies.
Autumn is a beautiful season, and the leaves in autumn are a moving song in this season, which makes people like to linger. I love autumn, and I love these strange leaves in autumn even more. 8. A quick essay about falling leaves
I like the spring when the birds are singing and the flowers are fragrant, and I even like the fruitful autumn, especially when the leaves in late autumn gradually change their appearance, and the mountains are full of colorful purples and reds that make people mesmerized. drunk.
On such a beautiful and picturesque day, my parents took me to the park to watch the autumn leaves. When you walk into the park, the first thing that catches your eye is the brilliantly burning maple forest. From a distance, it looks like a flaming mountain.
Walking into the maple forest, the enthusiastic maple leaves, blown by the breeze, nodded and smiled at us, welcoming us. I picked up a maple leaf and observed it carefully. There were seven numbers on a maple leaf. It is composed of small petals, its edges are a little rough, and the red stem is long and slender, like an open palm. Another characteristic of maple leaves is its changing colors. The maple leaves in spring are green. , but in autumn it gradually turns red, fiery red, like a magician, extremely beautiful. After leaving the maple forest, I smelled waves of fragrance. Following the fragrance, I suddenly remembered that there is another kind of leaf that I like in autumn, and that is the leaves of the sweet-scented osmanthus tree.
Sure enough, after passing a few corners, the vigorous and tall osmanthus trees miraculously appeared in front of me. I looked up and saw that the osmanthus trees were still like a little girl, shyly hiding. Behind the leaves, only half of the face is quietly exposed. The leaves on the sweet-scented osmanthus tree are densely packed and oval-shaped. Its edges are zigzag-shaped and the whole body is green. Under the sunlight, it shows an emerald color. I like it. It prefers that it cares for the stamens, just like a mother cares for her child. Among these leaves, the most interesting ones are those of the ginkgo tree. They are also green, like a fan or a big umbrella, and have thin patterns on them, because in late autumn, the edges of the leaves are a little withered and yellow. As if adding lace to it, when a gust of wind blows, many ginkgo leaves will fall from the air, flying like beautiful butterflies.
Autumn is a beautiful season, and the leaves in autumn are a moving song in this season, which makes people like to linger. I love autumn, and I love these strange leaves in autumn even more. -----------------------------Falling leaves in autumn, spring, summer, autumn and winter, the four seasons alternate.
We have gone through the green New Year, the colorful midsummer, and now we have come to the hot golden autumn full of passion.
In autumn, the fallen leaves are the most striking and beautiful focus.
The autumn wind passed by the trees, pulling down the leaves one by one. They danced lightly in the air, like beautiful butterflies, and like dancing elves.
Some people say that the fallen leaves in autumn are withered and have no value. I don't think so.
The fallen leaves in autumn are sacred. Although the fallen leaves no longer have the loveliness of the spring leaves and the vigor of the summer leaves, under the withering, they are the most precious dedication of the fallen leaves. When the leaves are shaded on the third day of spring, At the time of the moon, it begins to absorb sunlight and air, giving birth to flowers and fruits. When the sun is scorching, the leaves hold hands and form a huge umbrella, bringing cool patches to the birds.
When autumn comes, the autumn leaves that are dying will still decorate the earth with golden and fiery red, showing their last beauty to the world. The autumn wind blows, and the autumn leaves fall magnanimously and peacefully, blending into the soil, turning into nutrients, and giving birth to the hope of spring.
I believe that in the buds of next spring, there will be a faint smile of autumn leaves. ah! This is the cycle of life! ah! Fallen leaves in autumn, you are fairy tales full of affection. You leave in a hurry without leaving any dazzling brilliance. You fly gently, not caring whether you get any praise, but you are so satisfied and peaceful. Dedication is your character, you absorb the air. The sun nurtures the sky full of flowers, and the fragrance of melons and fruits is your pursuit. Selflessness is your pursuit. You have exhausted your youth and left the last dazzling and golden color of autumn with your withering body. You magnanimously let the autumn wind carry you back to the earth and merge into the soil. , turn into nutrients to give birth to the hope of spring! Fallen leaves in autumn, you are the hymn of life. All hearts are baptized by you. Accompanied by the autumn sunset, you leave in a hurry without leaving any dazzling brilliance. You fly down gently, turning limited life into eternity...---- -------------------Autumn leaves On a late autumn morning, I was walking alone on the path in the forest, and what caught my eye was It is a golden color, and I feel that autumn has taken a mature step towards us with the joy of harvest.
This is like a golden fairy tale, and I have become the only visitor in autumn. In the howling autumn wind, the withered yellow leaves on the trees fell one after another.
It slowly, slowly fell to the ground, making that sad "rustling" sound. Fallen leaves! Are you mourning the shortness of your life? No, it's not! Luo Ye would never be so short of breath as a hero! Before I knew it, I had reached the end of the road.
I saw a clear stream in front of me. The fallen leaves were falling on the stream in the wind, like golden boats. The stream kept flowing, and the fallen leaves were swirling and drifting with the current, and they began their long and arduous journey... Seeing that there was no way to go, I simply lay down on the luxurious velvet blanket, looked up, and There seemed to be a few green leaves left on the bare branches.
Perhaps these green leaves will fall down in a few days and fall into the arms of Mother Earth. "Falled leaves are not heartless things. They turn into spring mud to protect flowers.
"Yes! It is sacrificing its life for the coming year. Fallen leaves! Your splendid life will not end with autumn, because the abundant seeds have carried your hope to the next spring.
Falling leaves! You don't have to worry about the bare branches being killed by frost, because the former twigs have turned into strong men. Floating, floating, the fallen leaves are still hovering and falling.
It seems not to miss the branches, nor to worry about its fate, but is just looking for its own destination. It thought: Since its life has had an unusual beginning, it should have an unusual ending.