The fallen leaves in that place have a charming romantic atmosphere and endless feelings! Endless beauty! The fallen leaves in that place are a kind of scenery and a kind of realm, such as songs and poems. Only those who understand can appreciate it; Only those who understand can understand.
Those fallen leaves, like flashing gold medals, shine on every corner of life, alert me, enlighten me, cast beauty and exquisiteness, sway and tamp every day around me.
Those fallen leaves remind me that the way home of life can't and shouldn't just stay in the dying pain, because there is no lack of vitality and exuberance in that elegant gesture, and there is no lack of infinite longing and yearning for a better life and deep thinking about it.
I like falling leaves. Fallen leaves seem to be pursuing a dreamlike life. Even with deep attachment, they are more calm, more stable and more mature, and dance with their wisdom between heaven and earth. They are so elegant and beautiful, just like the heavy historical accumulation of people and things, which breeds a lot of vitality, a lot of hope and a lot of colorful love!
I sing fallen leaves. Falling leaves are like the pursuit of a perfect life. Although youth will not last forever, they will always have a dream of spring in their romantic journey. With persistent pursuit, they light up the color with their lives, live silently in their dreams for the promise of spring, and find their own life.
I like falling leaves. Fallen leaves, like an ordinary and colorful life, have a dream of flying. For their dreams, they keep fighting, regardless of success or loneliness, regardless of the joys and sorrows of life. In ordinary hardships, they have a wonderful joy and a gorgeous process. What they value is not the result of things, but a spirit of persistent pursuit.
I praise the fallen leaves. Colorful leaves are actually a sublimation of life. Since ancient times, many people have been sad about autumn because of falling leaves, and what's more, they have pinned their youth and the joys and sorrows of life on it. It seems that this is the theme of fallen leaves.
However, watching another scene of fallen leaves is not all about lamenting that all the profound poems in memory are related to this season. As soon as the wind blows and the rain falls, people will think of Li Qingzhao, who is beautiful in the autumn wind, who wrote, "The curtain rolls west wind, and people are thinner than yellow flowers." Li Houzhu went to the West Building in the middle of the night without saying anything, "Lonely phoenix tree locks autumn in the middle of the night"; Thinking of Lin Daiyu, who was sad in autumn, she wrote with tears that "the blue lamp first shines on the wall, but the window is not wet"; Now a poet named Chuchu wrote such a poem: "I really want to live well for you, but I am very tired." You didn't arrive before the end of my life. I drifted here just to see you for the last time. "
Every fallen leaf suddenly rubs poetic, like a sigh. Even Lin Yutang, who advocates leisure all his life, said: "I love autumn best, because the leaves in autumn are golden, mature and rich in color, but with a touch of sadness and death." At that time, Lin Yutang had entered an old age, so when the breeze swept by, he could not help but ask softly, "The song of fallen leaves, no one knows whether it is a happy song or a parting tear."
The beauty of fallen leaves is praised by poets, not to mention that "falling red is not a heartless thing, but turning into spring mud can better protect flowers" is a praise of the life cycle of fallen leaves, nor is it a flowery sigh of "stopping to see maple trees late in February and frosty leaves are red". We can only appreciate the artistic conception of Ninglang from "there is only one plane leaf, and I don't know how many autumn sounds there are".
Now, I twist a yellow leaf with my hand, breathe the air, walk on the paved road, experience the feeling of life brought by fallen leaves and live my own life. This is life, like a fallen leaf! Ancient Du Fu's "Leaves fall like waterfall foam, but I think the long river always rolls forward", I read it with my heart, as if I didn't see the fallen leaves flying between heaven and earth, exuding the lofty righteousness of the world, giving people endless associations, showing the grandeur, grandeur and brilliance of the fallen leaves!
The process of falling leaves is like a journey of life. The cycle of life, like the footsteps of the four seasons, is short and hurried. What reason do we have not to cherish life? Counting the years of life, the past is like a cloud, success or failure, honor or disgrace, laughter and tears throughout! Although the road under everyone's feet is different, it may not be easy, but the earth is really under our feet, and we will go forward without hesitation. I believe that hope is always ahead!
Life, several spring and autumn, stands in the season of falling leaves, silently thinking about the polishing of years, falling leaves all over the ground, life all over the ground, missing all over the ground. Although the fallen leaves are helpless, as long as they can feel their existence, they can see a warm sun hanging high when they look up; Listen, my heart is full of love for fallen leaves. Beautiful fallen leaves, like a beautiful life, laugh at the years, I dream with fallen leaves!
The years are seamless, and the leaves are still there. It is really "charming and affectionate." Fallen leaves are the law of nature itself, the last hymn of life and the prediction of new life. It can be said that everyone has fallen leaves in their hearts, in different ways, with different wind directions and different air volume. Some of them are swaying, some are fluttering and some are graceful. The most valuable thing is selfless dedication, worthy of youth and years. I think it is a deep regret if there is no season of falling leaves in life. Perhaps it is because of the experience full of life, the green and yellow of time, and the curtain call of everything in the world, nothing is more beautiful than fallen leaves.
Even when I am old, a fallen leaf is like a wonderful story, and a fallen leaf is like a history book. If one day, when the tree of my life gradually changes from lush to sparse, I hope that every fallen leaf in my life can happily bend over the earth, with the golden thread endowed by years and the delicate fragrance of flowers and fruits, like this dancing autumn leaf, it is a satisfaction to cherish this extraordinary beauty.
Laughing at the fallen leaves, falling to the ground, falling on my heart. Look for the sky, stare at this scene, experience a beautiful day, and think about the people around me. I would like to enter the song with the sound of fallen leaves, enter my eyes with the scenery of fallen leaves, enter my dreams with the softness of fallen leaves, and enter my dreams with the beauty of fallen leaves!