The red leaves of Xiangshan are like fire. What words are there in the song?

1, Xiangshan red leaves are like fire, and Qixia red leaves compete for Xiangshan. Where to miss bitter screen drunk in a dream?

2. Another gust of wind blew, picked up a leaf and danced with the wind. This is not only a small burning flame, but also a burning butterfly dance. When it flew to my side, the wind gradually disappeared and the maple leaves fell without wind.

The red maple leaves on the tree are childish and faint green leaves. After a long period of wind and rain, they became the red leaves today. This is its glory before the end of life. Many times, nature is actually very similar to human beings.

4. Maple leaves are the most affectionate in autumn, with ups and downs of life, joys and sorrows of half life, and first frost's ups and downs. They have no regrets, are unpretentious, and are praised as a flood of love and fragments of love. Who is more beautiful after acacia? The red leaves in the sunset glow are affectionate, the red maple leans against the sunset glow, and the rosy clouds fall in love.

When the earth just woke up, the maple tree had already pulled out its fiery buds. They slowly grow into tender leaves and fold up like a small sunflower fan with a diameter of only 1 cm. Then, the maple tree produces small flowers of the same color as the new buds, emitting attractive fragrance. The flower core in Huang Chengcheng attracts many bees and adds a lot of vitality to Guan Chun.

6. It's another drizzly autumn day. I walked alone on the familiar Xiangshan trail, breathing the fragrance of the soil soaked by rain. On both sides of the path, tall maple trees have been shrouded in fiery red maple leaves. After the rain washed away, the original red maple leaves are particularly enchanting, and with the thick fallen leaves on the ground, heaven and earth seem to be connected as one. Coupled with the rain and fog in the maple forest, it gives people a feeling of being in a fairyland.

6. Maple leaves sway gently in the cool autumn wind, just like smiling little red faces, welcoming the arrival of gorgeous golden autumn. At this time, I can't help but think of Du Mu's poem: "Stop and sit in the maple forest late, and the frost leaves are red in February."