Leaves fall like the spray of a waterfall, with a desolation and magnificence.

"Autumn wind is blowing, and Dongting waves are under the leaves." This is a poem by Qu Yuan, a great poet of Chu State in the Warring States Period. Autumn wind blows, the endless waves of Dongting Lake sway, and the withered leaves on the shore swirl down.

This scene is magnificent and desolate, and the scenes are mixed. The exiled poet looked haggard and haggard, and faced with boundless waves and countless fallen leaves, he was sad and desperate.

Why not use leaves instead of leaves? In fact, it is caused by the poet's true and meticulous observation experience. Fallen leaves only represent falling, while konoha leaves can give people association. Wood is the color of wood, which means dry and hard.

Autumn is coming, which is quite crucial. After the autumn wind blows, the leaves gradually turn from green to yellow, the mountains are all red, the forests are all dyed, and the golden leaves fall one after another, which means that the green of youth has gone away and the life of leaves has ended.

The leaves of wood give people the feeling of withering, but the effect of falling leaves is not a trace of color. Naturally, Qu Yuan and Du Fu used wooden leaves instead of fallen leaves.

When we say that this person is dull, dull and dull, we don't mean that this person is rigid, dull, colorless and dry.

Great poets will never agree with their own words and sentences. Du Fu is famous for his rigorous and responsible creation.

Du Fu is in Kuizhou, beset with old diseases, down and out, climbing high and overlooking, full of sadness. "Leaves fall like the spray of a waterfall, while I watch the long river roll forward." Falling wood is a real scene, a wooden figure, which accurately captures the desolation and loneliness of boundless yellow leaves falling, while the Yangtze River is rolling eastward, with broad weather and solemn and stirring.

After all the hardships and hatred, the white hair is full, and the wine glasses are damaged. The hapless Du Fu, from Chengdu to Kuizhou, completed eight autumn poems, which are the culmination of the Seven Laws. Although life is hard, it is not surprising that Du Fu, who regards poetry as his life, has always devoted himself to creation.

Moved, amazed!