Chapter 1: Maple leaves are red, and love is strong.
I love the maple forest in the park, and the frost leaves are red in February. I like the fruitful results, and I prefer the mountains and rivers with all the forests dyed. Standing on the top of the mountain, I can see the clear sky and clear clouds in Wan Li. -inscription
In the autumn season, the golden osmanthus is fragrant, and I accompany my lover to climb the mountain on a cool autumn morning. You see, the maple leaves all over the mountain are waving to us, and the golden wild chrysanthemums are already smiling. At this time, bees are still busy collecting pollen, geese have not yet flown to the south, and butterflies are still dancing among the flowers. Although the weather is not cold, the mountains are still thriving. We packed our simple things and went camping in the nearby mountains.
Walking hand in hand on the rugged mountain path, whenever the path is steep and difficult to walk, you will hug me hard and keep saying to me, "Baby, slow down and be careful of the stones under your feet." I will answer you with a smile: "I broke it, so you have to go behind my back." Laughing and laughing all the way, laughing and cursing all the way, but holding hands never let go. I know that ten fingers are interlocking, conveying the warmth in my heart. Your tenderness penetrates my fingertips, through every nerve in my body, and slowly reaches my heart.
This feeling is so beautiful that you can deliberately not look at the road under your feet, and then deliberately fall down to see how nervous you are. Do you know that?/You know what? Do you know that?/You know what? When you are nervous, I am silly, my face is full of anxiety and panic, my mouth is clumsy, and it is usually lingering love words. Every time I'm nervous, it's "Where did you fall? Are you all right? " Concerned eyes are full of care and gentleness. I can't help laughing in my heart. Silly, fall, as for being so nervous? In fact, your silly appearance is warmer than the sunshine at the moment, which is my favorite taste.
Walking and watching, this forest is dyed with mountains and rivers. Although the autumn wind is bleak, it has a unique charm like fire. At this time, the maple leaf, like a burning flame, shines with dazzling light in the sun, dances in the autumn wind and thunders with joy, as if singing softly and whispering in my ear. Occasionally, a leaf falls with the wind and hovers in the air, dancing lightly like a beautiful girl, hugging a reluctant tree. There is a touch of beauty in nostalgia and a touch of elegance in disappointment. Autumn is full of eyes. Who says autumn has been sad and lonely since ancient times? I say autumn is better than spring. The flaming maple leaves are showing the greatness of life. After spring germination and summer storage, it exudes strong passion in this golden wind, and pieces of fiery red leaves express the poems of life with enthusiasm. There is no sadness of Changting night, and there is no loneliness of slanting geese and blue sky. The scenery in late autumn is bleak, but it is somewhat picturesque. Maple leaves reflect the clear sky, clouds are unintentional, and sleeves are full of poetry.
Clusters of wild chrysanthemums on the mountain give off an attractive fragrance. I can't help bending down again and again, putting my face gently on the golden daisy, closing my eyes and taking a deep breath. Daisies exude a faint fragrance, refreshing and refreshing. The smell is intoxicating. Intoxicated by this charming autumn color and intoxicating floral fragrance, I almost forgot the dusty past and those unpleasant trivialities in the world of mortals. This eyeful of maple, chrysanthemum and yellow has no smell of fireworks. When the sun shines on the golden daisy, the chrysanthemum will bloom with a smiling face. When the breeze comes, chrysanthemums will sway with the wind and flowers will smile and sing in front of me.
There are also a few industrious bees collecting pollen, humming and dancing while singing softly. Suddenly a bee flew past my eyes: "Oh, help!" " "I can't help but exclaimed. You nervously took me into your arms and said to the flying bees, "If you dare to hurt my wife, I will set fire to your old nest and make your family restless. "
I said, "If the bee really stung me into a big face, I believe you can run faster than the bee!" " "
You smiled and said, "Whether you are old or ugly, I will hold your hand and accompany you to Qianshan as your home. I will accompany you to enjoy the spring flowers and the autumn moon, and I will still write a love story for you for the rest of my life. "
I said, "I can hold hands with you and ride the world in my life." Even if I am as cold as ice all my life and wander around, I have no regrets. "
You said, "Thank you, Yue Lao, for completing this wonderful story. I would like to connect every morning bell and evening drum into our eternal life, so that every season's flowers bloom and fall, and our love is as colorful as the first time. "
I said, "In this life, with you, I will write a poem about wine, watch the moon by the window and enjoy fragrant teas, with no regrets."
You said: "After the fleeting time, your beauty is not affected by the wind and rain, nor is it left by the fleeting time. Even if the land is barren and the days are old, our hair will be white, and you are still the most beautiful look in my heart. "
I can't help laughing. Do you know that?/You know what? Do you know that?/You know what? Every day with you is the happiest moment in life. For a long time, I have gone through the years and tasted the coldness of the current situation, but what will never change in my heart is the warmth you gave me. Poems under the moon, warm romance before flowers, scene after scene, are staged in front of the window in turn, accompanying you, thinking of you, accompanying you, loving you, holding hands and cherishing each other before and after flowers. You love me as you love me, and I love you as you love me. It's not that we have never quarreled, but that after quarreling, mutual tolerance and understanding have narrowed the distance between our two hearts. Plain days leave colorful colors and unforgettable love, putting each other in the softest place in our hearts.
Maple leaves are frosty and red, and the setting sun is thick. The maple leaves in the sunset dyed the mountains and rivers red, and the brilliant red shone with the light of the sunset. Every vein on the maple leaf exudes colorful and charming charm. The fiery maple leaf is full of vitality. Regardless of the gradual cooling of the temperature, it is fully releasing its enthusiasm for life and challenging the hot and cold summer when the seasons change with unyielding spirit. At this moment, the flaming sunset glow sets off the flaming maple leaves, and the flame burns brilliantly. I can't help but marvel. This late autumn in the sunset is not inferior to spring flowers.
It's getting late, and the night has slowly descended through the distant hillside. So, we chose a flat land and set up a tent.
The evening breeze in Xu Lai, the treetops on the moon, and the chrysanthemums everywhere are hazy in the moonlight. Without the fragrance of chrysanthemums, they gently float in the night sky, giving a mysterious color to the dense maple forest. In the moonlight, the fiery red maple leaves turn dark, adding a sense of tranquility and calmness. The branches and leaves swaying in the wind are dancing with great fanfare. The wind in the leaves and the wind in Ye Jingli are so tacit, as if they know each other, appreciate each other and cherish each other.
You see, the two stars on both sides of the Milky Way in the sky are staring at each other, and at the moment they are conveying full concern through the Milky Way. For thousands of years, each other has always been my favorite. The moon is full and the sea is changing, and our love for each other remains unchanged, staying quietly at this end of the galaxy and silently looking at each other again and again. When I went to Qiu Lai in spring, I saw each other's shadows in my eyes, but I felt pain in my heart. I missed each other's heart and broke it into thousands of pieces, but I didn't let them see it. Looking at each other's eyes from a distance is still so bright, and the smile is still so bright. When they look at each other, they can feel the warmth from their hearts.
You said, "The seas run dry and the rocks crumble, but the earth remains the same. In this life, I only planted love for you. "
I said: "the sky is falling, hand in hand, we will never leave." In this life, we will only be lingering with you. "
You said, "It's the end of time, but I'm deeply infatuated. Sweet words are sweeter than your face."
I said, "Life and death are rich. I'll talk to Zicheng." Hold your hand and grow old with your son. "
I always thought that meeting you was the greatest favor from heaven. Flowers bloom and fall, you accompany me, the tide rises and falls, you accompany me. With you in my life, it will become gorgeous and colorful, and that long attachment will last as long as time, and it will never, ever fade from the first surprise.
The night wind is getting colder, and the maple trees in the moonlight are dancing in the night wind, twisting their bodies from side to side, making bursts of cheerful sounds, singing with autumn insects one after another and serenading the moon beautifully. On such a beautiful night, I can spend a night away from fireworks with my lover in this graceful maple forest. I don't talk about the rice, oil and salt under the melon frame in the bean shed, and I don't fantasize about winning the lottery or being homeless tomorrow. I just hugged each other tightly and listened to each other's heartbeat. Then, there will be no regrets in this life.
Chapter 2: Red Maple Leaf
The wind rolled up the maple leaves all over the ground, and they were a little dazzling in the dim sunshine in autumn. I stood under the maple tree where we once met, and my heart was torn to pieces by the draft in my hand. Next autumn, when the maple leaves open into an ocean again, can I hold your hand and watch the leaves fall together under this maple tree?
Smiling is the most beautiful part of you. You can always dispel my sadness with your maple leaf smile. However, this time, your smile can no longer eliminate my sadness. On the contrary, it makes me even more helpless. There seems to be more water under the ................................................................................................................................................... Bridge, but it flows more slowly and is so heavy. You once said that this river is a tear left for people. I also laugh at your sadness and say that we will be together forever. But now I finally believe it. My tears have melted in.
The maple forest outside the house is like an ocean. You quietly picked up a yellow leaf and turned your back on me. "It's a pity that we can't watch the fallen leaves together this year, but at this time next year, when the red maple leaves open into an ocean again, you must come back and watch the fallen leaves with me!" "You turn around and still smile." Promise me you won't let this maple leaf turn red again, okay? "The maple leaf in your hand stings with the wind, just like my heart at the moment, struggling and hurting, but I can't shed a tear. I don't want to disappoint your smile, just because I love you.
Last night. I sit quietly in front of your bed. Why do you look so sad? Why do you cry my name so painfully? Do you know that?/You know what? Do you know that?/You know what? You make my heart ache. I gently wiped away the tears on your face, but there was another scar in my heart. Sorry, I'm going to war after tonight. Forgive me for not telling you. I don't want to cry in front of you, let alone see you cry for me. Dear, in my dream, can you smile at me?
The last battle, the last time I miss you. A large number of enemy troops surrounded our team of only 200 people. Maybe, I really can't accompany you anymore. Autumn wind swept the messy battlefield. Is the appointed day coming soon, dear? Are you still waiting for me on that bridge? I released the maple leaves over there in the wind. Don't worry, he won't be red with my blood.
With the last glimmer of hope, I tried to break out of the tight encirclement, and the sword around me was like a poisonous snake. I'm sorry, I'm always so stupid. I didn't feel the pain of despair until the sword pierced my chest. The line of sight gradually blurred, and the yellow maple leaves flew to me again with my last thoughts. I'm really sorry, the yellow maple leaves are still dyed red. My last promise was broken.
I didn't want to cry, but your smile appeared in front of me, so vague. I really want to see your smile clearly again, but before I close my eyes, tears still flow down and fall on that maple leaf, forming my thoughts of coagulation. But, honey, I'm sorry! I can't fulfill our agreement.
When the red maple leaves open into an ocean again, I will come back, but I can't hold your hand again.
Chapter 3: Beautiful red maple leaves
The school where I work is a simple mountain and country school. Three teachers in the school are guarding three classes respectively. Chinese, mathematics, music, physical education, thinking and other courses in each class are undertaken by one person alone. Due to the relocation of residents and other reasons, the number of students here is decreasing year by year. At present, there are only 35 students in three classes in the whole school, with an average of only 1 1 and 2 students in each class. Two of the three teachers are close to home and can go home after school every day. I am the only teacher who lives on campus.
When chatting with colleagues at noon, I also said: loneliness can actually get used to it. For example, listening to music, reading, and writing at night can be mixed up quickly. What I fear most is that the living conditions here are very inconvenient, especially the water. There is no running water here, so we can only fetch water from a dragon cave three or four hundred meters away from the school. In this way, I usually save water. No water can be wasted when cooking, washing vegetables, washing face and gargling. Taking a bath and washing your hair becomes a luxury at first sight. First, there is no special bathroom here in winter, and this tile house is ventilated and cold. Second, this water is also scarce.
Late autumn has passed and the weather is getting colder in early winter. Another colleague didn't come home from school today, and there was no fire in our dormitory, which seemed deserted. So I suggest that you might as well take a walk on the mountain road around the school. Some activities may reduce the cold. My colleagues agreed to my suggestion. We walked along the path and talked about the familiar scenery in front of us. Although the chill is getting stronger and the leaves on the hillside are falling, it always gives people a sense of desolation, but occasionally a few red maple leaves flash across the middle. Those children who come home from school, under our gaze, shed a piece of laughter on the path in the sunset and gradually drifted away.
Xiaoqing and Xiaohong are the farthest from the school, and the two sisters are surnamed Mou. The journey from school to their home takes a turn, a beam and another turn. Xiaoqing is in the first grade in our school, and Xiaohong, the younger one, is in preschool at school. Every day, they both come and go together on this road. When our two teachers climbed the beam, two sisters were walking in the nearest mountain bend, and two little red dot were dancing happily in the mountain bend. At the same time, their crisp and tender songs came from the bend of the mountain: "We are walking on the road, full of high spirits and high morale. . "This is the red song" We are Walking on the Road "that I taught them this afternoon.
Looking back, the red maple leaves scattered in Shan Ye are so beautiful!
Article 4: When the maple leaves are red again, you won't come back.
In that deep heart's core, there is a place I don't have the courage to touch:
In the quiet corner of the old address, there is a memory that I don't have the courage to recall;
On the edge of that spacious avenue, there is a kind of beauty that I don't have the courage to see.
As a positive identity, I got on that train again. Looking at the people running around, I suddenly want to laugh. Why didn't I find a group of such lovely people before? There is an inexplicable feeling that things are different, so that I put myself in an outsider's situation and look at all this mediocrity with pride. It's like I'm detached, but I'm not returning home with my clothes on. Only you know the bitterness and timidity in your heart, and maybe only laughter can cover up some suddenness.
I avoided the sparse crowd and walked on the deepest edge, suddenly realizing that this is not a maple leaf? A poem flashed through my mind: "Stop and sit and love the maple forest late, and the frost leaves are red in February flowers." However, I only care about the word "red", and maple leaves are indeed redder than flowers. It turns out that this sentence of Du Mu's ancestors is useless in exaggeration. I always accused him of pretending to be B. In my heart, I apologized to him, because even if I said it, he couldn't hear me.
Picking up a maple leaf like a bleeding chicken claw, I am disappointed: I have lived in that knot for a long time, and I have seen the same leaf, but I have never appreciated it. Suddenly there is a feeling that time passes in a hurry and is fleeting. How many wonderful things have I missed? At this time, I suddenly touched the inner restricted area; I recalled that dusty past. I still vaguely remember that I once bought my heart on this road and ran through thick snow trails. At that time, the maple leaf should be red, but it was wrapped in snow.
Inadvertently, a lyric sounded in my heart: "If the maple leaves are redder, you will come back." Now, no matter how red the maple leaves are, you have not come back. There is an old saying: "The water of the Yellow River goes out of the sky and into the sea, never to return". I didn't expect everyone to rush to the sea and never come back. Are you a fairy? Did you "fall from the sky"? But for my absurd idea, I feel ridiculous at random. Isn't that defiled the beautiful image of the fairy? Sin! Amitabha, I hope Sister Fairy doesn't blame me, but I think about the past.
The car stopped at the famous LAM Raymond Street and I got off. I used to think that the name of this road was empty, but I didn't get the truth. After all, I didn't delve into it and didn't care about the meaning of the name. But that may just be a hasty evaluation of my laziness, and many people may get the message.
Chapter 5: Red Maple Leaf
This is the early autumn season. Although the season has entered autumn, the valley is still warm in summer because of the clear sky and bright landscape. Shadows are dancing, streams are gurgling, fish are swimming around, birds are chasing each other, and there is infinite vitality everywhere.
It's a little wet in front of the stone tree, and the footprints of tourists overlap. When I passed by, a group of tourists were getting together to take photos with trees and stones, lamenting the kindness of trees and tenacious stones. A few years ago, my wife and I hugged the Millennium Gu Teng, which is still lush and green, and seems determined to climb the top of the mountain. There are dark green leaves of Sichuan and Guangxi, still swaying in the wind. The Buddha statue under Shiyan's mouth is solemn and solemn, holding dust. Bodhisattva holds a pure bottle and sprinkles holy water to help all beings. The grass on the roadside shook, and I looked up. Several golden pheasants were foraging, and two of them actually came to play on the slate road, completely ignoring passers-by, this little thing!
Along the tree-lined path, along the direction of the stream extension, I unconsciously reached the foot of Shiyan Village, and I had the desire to reach the top. Climb the stairs along the narrow road on the north slope, trudge hard and enjoy the pleasure of cliffs. When taking a nap in the shade of the Nantianmen, continue to climb and worship in front of the statue of Zhenwu ancestor until you reach the Jade Emperor's Peak. Looking up, Chutian is open and the water is beautiful. Oh, the red color of Dongling is too dazzling. What kind of flower god should show off his elegance there?
Walking along the steep mountain road to Dongling, I don't care about thorns, forgetting that the road is rugged and dangerous, which is more pioneering than walking on the road. This lonely place is the driving force to find out the truth.
Oh, it's a maple tree with pentagonal leaves, deeply rooted in the crevices and flourishing. There are several similar trees around, but this one has bright leaves. Is it the tree rings that make her too sensitive to the seasons, or is she born at the peak, overlooking everything and leading the fashion? This Anh Hong is full of valleys. Watching, my heart has flown to my hometown and entered my childhood. ...
Mangosteen, holly, pine, cypress, sandalwood and unknown trees are mixed on the hillside in front of the door. Every autumn harvest season, round, oval and strip-shaped red leaves are reflected all over the hillside. Chrysanthemums are also blooming all over the mountain, and their fragrance is overflowing. The breeze blew and the leaves splashed. The ears of corn in the basket bear the joy of the whole family. New seeds are sown in joy. By the time the wheat germinated, the leaves were dead, and only holly, pine, cypress and mangosteen were green. This sparse vitality makes people feel a little sad. Often after the red leaves, there are bleak everywhere. How can a basket of corn feed a family for several months? You have to dig wild vegetables and eat wild fruits to satisfy your hunger. From then on, I was tired of autumn. Although it contains harvest and joy, it brings me a whole season of desolation!
The touch of red I saw today is actually a maple leaf with sharp edges and corners, no withered sadness and full of vigorous vitality. What's more, chrysanthemums are in bud. I appreciate the strong branches of chrysanthemum, and I praise the elegance and nobility of chrysanthemum. It can withstand loneliness and is not unassuming. She can be beautiful together with the red maple leaves that are similar to the canyon, adding a little more interest.
There are swaying maple trees everywhere by the gurgling stream, and the shadow of maple trees is swaying on the candle peak and the flagpole peak. Perhaps at the moment it is gestating the bright colors of the mountains. ...
People who have been sleeping for a thousand years don't know, but once they wake up, they are famous all over the world. This newly reclaimed virgin land has opened a mysterious veil, opened a broad mind and accepted guests and friends from all over the world.
Red means good luck. Seeing the scenery in the canyon not only gains happiness, but also spreads hope.
In the past, I always came to the approximate canyon in the summer of full of green with beautiful spring. Wild flowers and willows are in full bloom in the valley. Shrub, leafy. Water gurgles under your feet and the sky is overhead. This fantastic beauty is deeply rooted in people's hearts and makes people worry a lot. This touch of red leaves clarifies the misunderstanding of autumn for many years.
I stood quietly in front of this tall and straight red maple tree, imagining that the future autumn will be brilliant. ...