Article 1
Author: Yang Hong
In front of the hazy house of the autumn moon, I leaned against the window lattice and meditated on the fallen leaves swaying in the wind. In the cool autumn wind, your reluctant mood, your feeling of flying high, seems to be still so attached to life ... My inexplicable sadness floats with the rustling leaves: "The rustling of leaves has no reason, it makes rain and sad people make sounds together," Lu You's poems are so appropriate on this autumn night!
Fallen leaves, flowing in the autumn wind, attached feelings, helpless breathing, sadly fell on the wound of my sight. In the bleak moonlight, my eyes are pale and vacant; Make me sad, make me pity, make me angry! Then, Li Bai's poem suddenly appeared in front of my eyes: "Leaves fall from trees and fall with the wind. The guest has nothing to trust, and the sorrow is greater than the death of the heart. " At this moment, my feelings and sighs are exactly the same as those of the poet Li Bai.
I stared at the night sky in disappointment and looked up. The sky is vast, the stars are sparse, and the waning moon is dizzy. Under the silver-gray night, there is a vast chill; Only the fallen leaves are still swaying and dancing tenaciously in the wind ... is this your nostalgia for the years? Or do you want to live again?
A few fallen leaves came to my window, touched my face and kissed my lips, as if to tell me all your feelings? Suddenly, on this autumn night, my heart dances with your soul. ......
Fallen leaves, you once had your own youth and once had your own glory; Now, you have quietly passed away. Is this just the end of your life?
Fallen leaves, you go with the wind, and the floating posture is still so moving and free and easy. You know very well that your departure will make more green leaves sprout, and new life will multiply with your departure; So, you face it calmly and walk away calmly.
Fallen leaves, are the thoughts you leave to people just bleak and desolate? The moment you left the branch, the leisurely charm and the golden mottled brilliance were enough to make me admire!
the second
Author: Jason
Outside the window. Invisible wind, stretching out invisible hands, gently plucking yellow leaves. These fallen leaves in front of us are autumn stamps, informing us that autumn is coming! I picked up a fallen leaf and put it in my beloved book. I can imagine it as a boat, flying in the ocean of knowledge; Or treat the fallen leaves as a poetic gift, a concentrated autumn leaf.
Autumn is really beautiful.
It, filled with mature flavor, puts a coat on the fruit and adds the color of the sky. Walking by the river, several willows by the river floated with the wind, so several slender leaves slowly fell from the trees and finally fell into the water, becoming a boat and starting a new journey away from the trees. I walked slowly again. When the wind blows, the fallen leaves float down like a kite with a broken thread, paving a golden road for me along the way. Some fallen leaves fell on my hair, some passed by me, and some fell in front of my eyes. A pair of black leather boots walked on it and sang "Zizz, Zizz" at sixes and sevens. This makes my mood clear a lot. "Flowers bloom and fall, and Julia's leaves are yellow." I told myself that I was the only one on the road by a small river. Probably, it's sadness. It's raining wildly, hitting the leaves, and more and more leaves begin to dance. Me, rain and leaves are together at this moment. Those leaves, before entering another world, began to envy; These, the leaves that came to the new world, began to experience. As for me, I am already on my way home! A new day, new clothes, new world, how time flies! Autumn, back to the past ...
The new green in spring, the deep beauty in summer, the molten gold in autumn and the snow-white in winter are changing all year round. 365 days, time flies. ...
Article
Author: green grass roots
I like spring breeze and morning glow, and I also like grass and flowers. I prefer fallen leaves, like kites floating in my dreams.
Fallen leaves, like swallows, come again; Just like willow trees, they turn green again; Like a peach blossom, it blooms again. Clever you, please tell me, why do you still have time to come back once the fallen leaves leave? In the rustling autumn wind, the fallen leaves rustled on the ground. When it was still on the branch. The autumn rain washed away the fine dust on them, and the sunset coated them with a layer of golden yellow, and finally fell. Falling from the tree that accompanied us for a spring and autumn period, there is no sadness or sadness, because it once gave people a shade and made people swim in the ocean of shade.
After school, students carrying schoolbags saw an old man facing the autumn wind and accumulating fallen leaves. The student asked grandpa and found out his intention: fallen leaves are not heartless things, but turn into spring mud to protect flowers. Yes, they fell to the ground, were trampled under their feet, stepped in the mud, or burned to ashes and thrown into the soil. But they always have no resentment or sadness. Although it turned into soil, it brought beautiful spring scenery.
winter People look at the fallen leaves that have lost their songs and laughter from a distance, just like an expectant old man living alone on the top of the mountain, staring silently at the land in winter.
Ah! Falling leaves, at that time, all you saw were flowers dying and trees dying. There is winter every year without exception, so there is no spring at that time! It is for this reason that people especially like it when they return in spring. A gust of east wind can make you feel comfortable when you rest on the pillar, and the pace of progress is also accelerated. The fallen leaves have become new leaves, not one or two, but thousands of branches, which are green and a new scene. Plain, fresh and natural, it really makes people feel full of spring, a beautiful group, connected with the green mountains and green waters of the motherland, dotted with hope and future, dotted with colorful spring. Yes! The bright spring scenery is endless, and the mountains and rivers of the motherland are smiling everywhere. Friend, you love this bud, and you must love the fallen leaves in the autumn wind. Fallen leaves have become fertilizer for new leaves, urging them to play sweet and clear strings.
I appreciate fallen leaves, and I praise them!