In early winter, the field has been killed by Xiao. They are all busy saying goodbye to Mother Earth, and even the voices of birds flying south calling for their companions are echoing. The haggard face of the vast and gloomy earth stung my sight. All eyes are yellow. The grass squeezes a green smile from its yellow face, and still warms the mother earth with its weak body in the cold wind. All kinds of flowers have taken a curtain call and are busy preparing for the blooming of mountain flowers in the coming year. Leaves should also say goodbye to branches. It made a rustling sound and printed the last cold kiss on the pale forehead in early winter. They fall rustling, which reminds us of fallen leaves.
I ran in the early morning of early winter, listening to the sadness of parting leaves and branches, and feeling the indomitable heroism when it gave back to my mother. Even after autumn, when it is ground into dirt and turned into dust, plum blossoms still emit fragrance as usual. The same is true of fallen leaves. I jog in the forest, smoking the cool smell of early winter leaves. Leaves always fall from the branches in small groups, whispering and elegant.
Early this morning, I am going to start my early winter morning run. I was about to start running when I heard the sadness when the branches and leaves parted. The sound shook my heart. I stopped and listened to them quietly for fear of scaring these lovely elves. I hope time will last forever, so that leaves and branches can finally stay together. However, leaves are still falling. I was very annoyed with the wind, thinking that they were not blowing properly, yelling and screaming, which alarmed the leaves and the family of this tree. However, at this moment the wind has closed its mouth.
The years are dry and brilliant. When the leaves are dedicated to the earth, they have already returned to their roots as gratitude trees-the spiritual practice of mother's filial piety. Leaves closely surround the circle of mother, snuggle up to each other, and reintegrate their lives into hers, so as to make the coming year spectacular.
I leaned forward, carefully picked up a leaf, gathered it to the tip of my nose, and fascinated to capture its long-lost fragrance. I use it in my heart, so that its grateful heart can spark and blend with me. I will use the gratitude of this fallen leaf to encourage myself to run all the way. Gratitude will make our tomorrow brighter.
I am grateful that the leaves are fragrant.