A few days ago, I was walking by the river and saw pieces of leaves falling. Watching them fall gracefully made me have a lot of reverie. It seems that they are not withered, but stage actors who quit nature after dancing the most beautiful dance in their lives. I picked up a fallen leaf and looked at it carefully. She was so beautiful. Nature skillfully created it and portrayed every vein so finely. It has the same color as flowers, but it is more calm and less publicity than flowers; It has the same atmosphere as a tree, which is more ethereal and less dull than a tree. Perhaps, although she is withered, she is not sad. Otherwise, how could she have such a beautiful posture?
There is an idiom in China, the fallen leaves return to their roots, and they are on cloud nine, falling under the big tree where they once grew, mixing them with the soil, turning them into fertilizers and providing nutrients for the big tree. From this point of view, how noble the spirit of leaves should be. Wait until the next spring, this big tree will give off a new green, and new leaves will flourish again. Isn't this the cycle of life?
Looking at the fluttering of fallen leaves, I remember that when I was in high school, in the Woods behind the playground every autumn, thousands of leaves in Qian Qian fell, floated and danced. What kind of spectacle is that? As soon as this season comes, the color of the world will change. The fallen leaves, like yellow butterflies, are endless, fluttering and dancing. Looking around, the ground is a soft golden yellow, and it is soft and soft to step on. I dare say it is the noblest carpet in the world. A carpet made by nature.
When the next spring comes, the color of the world changes again, turning green. Isn't that faint green just the rebirth of deciduous life? In this way, the fallen leaves turn into green leaves, and the green leaves turn yellow into fallen leaves, looking for a round trip. I know that whether it is green or yellow, every time it appears, it is a new life. I also know that her soul is the same. The cycle of heaven has a beginning and an end, and there is nothing wrong with it. A leaf sprouts from the fall, just like Confucius left his thoughts behind and Mencius inherited them. Then, develop more wisdom. Then, he taught his wisdom to Xunzi, and Xunzi passed it on to Reese ... So, from generation to generation, from generation to generation.
when a leaf falls, it falls. However, his inheritance has not died out. So, he is not dead. Also because new leaves will grow. Fallen leaves, you are the destruction of the body and the sublimation of the soul. Essays on Leaves Prose 2
From the Education Department to the Teaching and Research Group, you have to go through a Little Square. I came out of the education department a few days ago, still thinking about how to sort out the information. Suddenly, there was a slight rustle, which seemed to come from a distant place, slowly passing by, suddenly near and far, suddenly ignoring the weight. Although it's cloudy, it won't rain, will it?
think like this, look at the sky, look around, there is no sign of rain. Suddenly, I found that there were tiny leaves wandering under my feet. It turned out that the fallen leaves in the garden were blown by the wind and quietly wandered on the floor tiles of the square. When they turn over, they use their leaf edges to make a rustling sound on the floor tiles.
I see.
I suddenly realized that it's already late autumn here. The leaves in the garden and along the Ningbo road have turned yellow, and they fall gently under the breeze, and then they are blown around before they can get attached to the soil.
I walked and thought, but I couldn't remember the day when I ignored the quiet change of the season. In a little rigid time every day, I really ignore the concern about the season. Although I often look at the time on the desk calendar and plan all kinds of things that some can plan and some can't, I really don't connect the printing time with the specific scene; Although I am constantly changing my clothes, I have not carefully observed the changes around me.
maybe it's the mood or the habit. In fact, many times we are very concerned about the changes around us. Several years ago, on an afternoon in late autumn, my Chinese teacher took us to feel the scene of fallen leaves all over the ground and the softness and rhythm of stepping on thick fallen leaves. I once walked aimlessly in the snow for an afternoon, and then looked back at the messy footprints. Only when did I start to ignore the feeling that the image of the season passed through my heart?
It's a bit chilly to watch pieces of finely divided leaves falling from one end to the other, and then blown to a corner where I don't know ...
The next day, the wind was very strong, and many leaves were blown off the roadside, laying on the Yong Road. There were many yellow and big leaves, which were dense, some piled up, some squeezed into the Yong Road, and some were still coming from. Walking on it, there is a familiar rustle, but I can't get back the feeling of several years ago. Looking back, look at the trampled leaves, some are still flat, and some have broken.
I regret that I didn't bring my camera. Otherwise, I could photograph the fallen leaves and the golden color of the ground and save them for my appreciation and treasure. After all, such a beautiful scenery is distressing.
another day, it was windy and cold, and there were still many leaves. When I got to school, many students were cleaning the fallen leaves. The golden scene of the previous day no longer existed, and the feeling of listening to the rustling of leaves under the feet no longer existed. Essays on Leaves 3
In mid-spring and March, after the spring thunder, although the earth is still chilly in spring, the sky is often cloudless in Wan Li. Driving home, passing through Pok Oi Road in Kaohsiung, on both sides of the wide fast lane, the original mahogany in full of green inadvertently spilled a large piece of red and yellow color new clothes in the gentle breeze of the spring breeze. This kind of freehand brushwork on the earth has outlined some lively atmosphere for the stage of nature's time series.
The first time I saw this time sequence change was in the corner of the campus. A dark green tree originally remembered was unexpectedly covered with dark brown leaves, as if it were scorched by the scorching sun. The tree looks lifeless and looks like dead wood, which is very abrupt in the infinite spread of greenery in the garden. How many dead leaves fall under the tree, showing an uneven distribution. The breeze passes by and rises and falls with the wind.
There are many kinds of trees in this area, but most of them are solitary trees. Usually, they pass through this area in a hurry, and they don't know their names deliberately. Because we didn't know their names beforehand, our feelings for each other were quite limited. Therefore, when I caught a glimpse of one of the trees, I was surprised internally, but it failed to arouse the motivation for further exploration. After all, in this complicated and changeable secular society, what we can care about seems to be extremely limited.
at first, I didn't care about the change of a single tree. When the garage arrived at Bo 'ai Road, I found that the roadside trees on both sides of the road were also painted in various shades of red and yellow coffee. I suddenly realized that the original dark green mahogany was actively preparing for replacement under the constant urging of the earth, and the dry tree on campus turned out to be mahogany.
mahogany is a big evergreen tree, which is named after its peach-colored wood. The height of the tree can reach more than 2 meters, the trunk is very obvious, and the trunk is an excellent material for making furniture. Sex prefers high temperature, drought tolerance, and does not like wet land, and the sunshine needs to be sufficient. After growing up, mahogany is green and delicate, so it has also become an advanced tree species for afforestation or street trees.
The mahogany in this campus also obeys the time sequence changes and the laws of nature, starting from the yellow leaves and even forming a dark brown color. During this period, the cross-dressing process can not be completed overnight, but we are always busy, and it seems that we always miss the opportunity to appreciate the natural changes, and we can only leave infinite sighs afterwards.
After all the dead leaves have fallen, it seems that new buds will suddenly pop out overnight, and the rare picture of thin shadows is once again hidden by endless green leaves. Leaves fall out, and heaven and earth are in a flash; The front leaves sprout now, and the universe is one. In order to understand the way of natural change, the constant law of the universe, life and death, back and forth.
after all, the changers are time, and the changers are nature. A short rest is to walk a longer way. Essay on Leaves 4
I forgot when it was, and I learned to disguise myself. For family, roommates, friends, strangers ... I suddenly remembered my childhood ignorance, so I was happy because of ignorance.
In primary school, there was a big banyan tree that grew for half a century next to the teaching building, which was a "playground" for my friends and me. The friendship in primary school is simple and pure. There is no purpose or commitment between men, but a simple sentence: "Let's go and play dodgeball." I cried ... laughed there ...
I remember that I was in a math class in the fourth grade when I was "blackened". Speaking of it, I still hate the profession of teacher. My grades have been kept in the top five of my grade. As a good student, I was sentenced to a special aura of poor students because I forgot my homework at home once. At that time, the teacher who said I didn't finish my homework angrily threw the triangle on the ground, and the triangle was split in two, and my childhood shadow was formally established.
after that class, I was sent to the corridor to do my homework, but what was really "blackening" was my favorite English teacher's sentence "I was wrong about you." After that day, I shed the aura of being a good student, and the teachers never really looked at me again. I grew tired of studying and living like a puppet, and my only pleasure was playing dodgeball with my friends under the banyan tree. It was then that I learned the idiom birds of a feather flock together.
along the way, I stumbled from the bottom of my class to the bottom of my age in junior high school for three years. I can't be conveyed hope, but because of a girl, I fought against my achievements again and again. First love can't go to the end, but I still appreciate the ignorant love at that time, so that I didn't become the scum of a society.
I don't know why, I like to follow the trend of my brother. He likes painting, but at that time, his family was poor, so he had to give up art, and I took it, or because I really hated reading. Because my brother likes reading, but I don't like reading, I unexpectedly like to find a quiet place to read alone, and because of this, I found several people who can make me really call a teacher. Idle, I finally found something I like. I joined an online club, a music club. As the college entrance examination approaches, students around me are constantly writing questions and papers, while I imitate the ancients to write poems and become an ancient music lyricist. The fallen petal has no intention of water, and countless "fallen petals" have been handed over to me. Although I always hate reading, I picked up my textbook and pen in the last few days, and finally I beat most people in my class.
It's really unexpected to come to this school. I found my own organization, and I'm glad to find my own dormitory and my own class ... The only Chinese teacher I liked once said that my writing was full of sunshine, so my classmates called me black prince, but if I can meet again, I can say with a smile that now I can smile heartlessly. I can't forget the banyan tree, the teacher and the sentence "I'm so lucky to meet you."
I don't know where a leaf floated, but I wanted to pick it up, but it was unexpectedly heavy ... 5
Walking in the campus today, I accidentally saw a falling yellow leaf, which was still bright yellow. I held out my right hand and let it spin and fly into my palm.
this leaf is as thin as a cicada's wing and almost transparent, but the skeleton supporting it is particularly prominent, like a man's body. Oh, I began to wonder where this leaf, which happened to fall today and fell in my palm properly, came from. Why does it fall?
Isn't it that the soul of an ancient weak woman drifted here unwilling to be lonely? But she has something to say to me, or something else?
The bright yellow coat may symbolize the nobility of its status. She is the queen of the past and present? I immediately clung to the leaf surface to observe, and suddenly the pupil of my right eye shrank sharply, and the rich yellow seemed to sting my eyes. What I see through the foliage is a beautiful woman sitting on the throne of the main hall, a woman who is full of power and desire by all means. The breeze passed by, and the sky gradually became gloomy.
hey, I don't know when the fallen leaves in my hand have faded from their original bright yellow color, leaving only a faint light yellow. At this moment, I suddenly noticed some green patches on the leaves. These green touches seem to be clinging to this yellow fallen leaf. My sight was unconsciously attracted. Isn't this light green and light yellow that the Yangzhou woman who was infatuated with Du Daguan was following her lover? It really makes me sigh that she should seek to follow so far. It turns out that there really is such a past, "On the moonlit night of the Twenty-four Bridges, where can jade people teach flute playing?" This fallen leaf bears the melancholy of a girl's family. No wonder it stopped me from moving forward.
I suddenly saw that the petiole of this leaf seems to be extraordinarily tall and straight, and it has its own grandeur that cannot be underestimated. Did I think wrong before? This leaf was raised by the blood and sweat of which hero? If so, what is the meaning of its wandering now?
The tall and straight body holds up a sky. Oh, was it General Huo who fought against the Huns in those days? Fighting in the northwest, I'm afraid it's hard to see this leaf full of vitality in the lonely smoke of the desert. Does the hero want to complain to the world about the hard work of his military life by borrowing Ye Fusheng? Isn't it true that he has made great achievements for his loyalty, but he can't escape the suspicion of the emperor and his heart is broken? Isn't he lamenting that he was jealous of heroes and sad about his early death? Look at the dazzling red blood stained on the upper right corner of the leaf. Was it Xiang Ji who committed suicide in Wujiang River that year? What does it want to talk about now that it is attached to this withered leaf? Is it his remorse for being headstrong, or does he want to see his beloved concubine again? All these things are unknown to me today.
if you don't know, you don't need to think about it. I held the petiole with my thumb and forefinger and carried it on. When I reached a fork, I couldn't help but start to respect this fallen leaf in my hand. I'm afraid this leaf voluntarily chose a life close to and integrated into the ground just to turn into a red flower! So I had to reluctantly leave it alone under the old tree, waiting for its next predestined relationship ... 6
essays on fallen leaves quietly found a quiet place and called the night wind to come. The night wind made a clearing for him.
quietly, I cleaned all around, as clean as a blank sheet of paper.
quietly, the moonlight was sown, but the fallen leaves were left behind. Leaves, on cloud nine, seem to dance with the evening breeze, shedding moonlight, like tears in tears, glittering and translucent, flashing bleak.
quietly, unconsciously, leaving too many fallen leaves. Every piece, there are a few drops of moonlight. In the moonlight, I don't know how many pictures it contains. It is very broken, like a memory. It is mottled and innocent. Each piece, like a few Chinese characters carved on it, seems to have life. First, it absorbs the essence of the leaf, making it wither quickly, and then it floats slowly. One after another, the changes are endless, and I can't catch any meaning, and I can't touch any ending ... < P > I left quietly without looking back. leaf