The green leaves of the mountain are the soul and the green leaves are its spirit.
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Trees thrive on mountains and leaves grow on trees. Different leaves of trees have different shapes, some are heart-shaped and some are kind. Oval, dare not touch, afraid to hurt my heart, flow all over the floor. Knife-shaped, aggressive and frightening. Fifty cents, I can't let go, I can't live without it. Stripping, boring, rigid dogma Be careful that no matter what shape, the teeth on the edge are hidden enemies. As long as I am not careful, I will bite you and make you bleed. There are also smooth and toothless, don't be reckless, treat her with a kind heart.
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The color of leaves is not static, but becomes colorful with the passage of time.
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The light green in spring is full of innocence, innocence.
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The oil green in summer is deep and serene. Dark green is a kind of wily appearance, throwing thick shade to the earth without reservation and becoming the favorite of birds. Light green, dark green, oil green and dark green are all green, so there is no need to sell yourself short and give up on yourself.
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Time is a stain and a faded side. When a piece of green is in the ascendant, a cold air comes from the north. The complacent green leaves will face unprecedented disasters, but they know nothing and are still complacent.
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The brush of the cold wind swept gently, and the whole mountain was dejected and yellow with anger.
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Yellow is covered with branches and leaves, and all over the mountains are golden. Bright huazhang was blown by the cold wind, emitting a green fragrance. What's more, some leaves are red, a shy mountain and a happy mountain. However, no matter where the married person hides, a good mood is contagious. The leaves on the mountain are red, and the eyes of people on the ground are red. Red eye looks good, red eye is troublesome and jealous. There is a poem that says "the frost leaves are redder than the flowers in February", and the red leaves are also a must. When the leaves took root, it was already dark here. Others are very sad, but the host is very calm. Tears at this time, the person who should see has closed his eyes. Leaves will fall, so will people. When I was young, it was all green leaves.
Ye's essays were two winds blowing gently. When the leaves began to fall, the sun was full of dust, and watching some of their veins gradually disperse, I suddenly found that I met this fallen leaf while walking. It is obviously inappropriate to change your shirt early, especially in the quiet morning, when you are walking silently on your way to school, the smell of cold and clear autumn is getting stronger and stronger.
Autumn! Qiu Yi! Walking on this tree-lined path full of autumn, looking up, sunflowers are in full bloom, which seems to evoke many memories of late autumn. That autumn, the same path, the same sunflower, the memories of two people, now things have changed, leaving only the vague memories of those who gave me special significance in their short youth.
That year, in autumn, when the sunflower was in full bloom, I couldn't put it down from a distance, a big tree, a bicycle, a person and a beautiful artistic conception. If you are not careful, you will be disturbed by silent reading. At that moment, my heart was pounding. I don't know why, it may be the first time to take the initiative to talk to boys, or it may be the youth seed of love. From that day on, every day when the sun is gentle and the sunflower is bred, I will sit under the big tree with you, reading and chatting. This is the first love, the person who changed me a lot and gave me special meaning.
Meet! Know each other! From the day we met, my life seemed to become more colorful. In the morning, bathed in sunshine, there are two more people on the playground; At noon, at the entrance of the canteen, there is always a silly person waiting for me to have dinner together; At night, the bus home was crowded with people, but there was always a pair of hands holding me gently. This late autumn, there is not a trace of coolness.
Once some habits in life are formed, it is really difficult for us to change them. But you, a person of special significance to me, your appearance has changed me a lot. I didn't like sports before, and I always didn't eat lunch. But now, I seem to have forgotten who I am
Happy too! Also worried! Looking at these sunflowers with their heads held high, I can't help but feel ripples in my heart. Empty eyes, as if you can see the past, the trough of life will always be very long. I, on the other hand, was most moved when my troubles suddenly launched a fierce offensive against me. You will always put down your mountain of things, face it with me and tide over the difficulties together. How many times, impatient I touched your limit, willful I stung your heart, but you said we should live happily in front of the sun like sunflowers every day. Your comfort and encouragement changed my attitude towards life, which means that I walked out of the trough and took the first step to accept the facts.
My thoughts are drifting away. I remember how many times I shook your hand in front of the sunflower and left my back proudly, while you just stood there, stupefied. How many times, once the vows of eternal love were fragile, Lacrimosa's ending could not escape. How many times, looking at the bright moon in front of the bed, in the silent night, two lonely figures tossed and turned, and it was difficult to sleep. How many times, the sentimental diary appeared in the space, but recorded the story of you and me. We have experienced countless times, and we are also quietly growing and changing. You made me believe that tears will eventually be replaced by smiles, and you let me know that when I look back, sweetness will eventually cover up bitterness.
Good years always leave me inadvertently, so you leave quietly, leaving no room for redemption. Just like this depressing autumn, it is cool, not as warm as then, but there is still your breath in the air. Today, I am still sitting under this big tree, reading the same book. The difference is that the sunflower in the distance hangs its head, and the two figures that once snuggled up have become you who are alone now and have warmed my heart. You taught me to be strong, and you taught me to face it alone. Finally, you witnessed my growth with your departure.
A cold wind blew, and I couldn't help feeling a little bleak, falling leaves and sad. This cold autumn, facing alone, learned to be strong. You, the person who gave me special meaning, let me learn, smile and go on, and the sweetness will eventually melt the bitterness!
There is no marriage mode, and even if there is, it has no warning significance. Marriage is very individualized because of individual differences, making every marriage an orphan.
Marriage is like a leaf. There are no two identical leaves in the world, and so is marriage. There is no exactly the same marriage in the world. The secret of keeping fresh in one marriage may become poison in another.
Marriage and family, in the final analysis, relationship is gender relationship. The relationship between two people is the most complicated, complicated, diverse, unpredictable and elusive in the world.
If we compare and summarize all marriages, divide them in the same way, combine similar items with mathematical and physical methods, extract common factors, or factorize them, or input them into a computer and program them, then we will knock on the keyboard when we need which mode; A-type marriage, B-type marriage ... If so, the so-called writers and artists on the earth may have disappeared long ago, losing the colorful relationship between the sexes, and literature and art naturally lose their value of existence.
However, the marriage in name only is the most terrible and even more terrible. In marriage, none of us is anyone's "fill in the blanks" or abuser!
One Sunday afternoon in winter, I came across an orange, which I brought back from home. There was a striking branch and a green leaf on the orange.
At that moment, my mood became very subtle, because I remembered the animated film Robot Story I watched on Saturday night. People in movies have always longed for plants and regarded them as their only hope to go home. It can be said that they only have memories of the devastated earth. It suddenly occurred to me that you can't see green every day in the classroom?
So, the branch with leaves was placed in the upper right corner of my desk. On the back of the leaf was written a paragraph: "I allow you to make a thin leaf, but your words have been forgotten. Maybe, maybe." I wrote this passage at that time, and after writing it, I felt that it was not in line with the green vitality of the branches and leaves.
Really special-if there are only branches, it looks too monotonous; If there are only leaves, it is too easy to lose; Branches and leaves are naturally connected, giving people a fresh feeling and a solid sense of security, so whenever I see it, my mood will get better.
I remember it was1February 24th in the international period, that is, Christmas Eve. Hopes and disappointments finally happened: a billboard "I'm from China, but I don't celebrate Christmas" was displayed in the school, and it was placed near the gate of Senior One, covering the bulletin board.
I don't think it's a big deal, but this feeling disappears when I study in the evening-there is a magic film in the class with the theme of "Don't celebrate Christmas", which shows many photos of China people who died in the war of aggression against China by modern powers, but they are all black and white and bloody. I am disgusted at heart, because I feel that it is not enough to change the morbid development of western festivals in China just by criticizing the savagery of westerners indiscriminately. After watching the slides, I was very depressed. Thinking of so much homework today, my distress increased tenfold.
My eyes, put down, crawled slowly along the table and met the green leaf. Its color slowly crawled into my eyes, as if it had spread to the whole heart and enveloped the whole person.
Needless to say, everyone knows that XXX is very comfortable in that green leaf.
With the deepening of the course, I am as busy as the whole class. Papers and newspaper materials threaten me, and I, living in the silence in class and the noise after class, gradually ignore the green leaf, but, but, I don't know, I don't know.
A week passed, and the explanation of the course gradually slowed down. I can't remember the day of that week. I saw that the green leaves on the table had attached a layer of haggard yellow haze, and suddenly I remembered what happened a week ago.
Yes, I've lost a lot of weight and done a lot, and the paragraphs on the back are clearer. That sentence is: "I allow you to be a thin leaf, but your words have been forgotten, maybe, maybe."
I can't believe my eyes, but I think it's reasonable. The magic of that passage changed it. Can you believe it? )
I don't know which day, the green leaves on the table disappeared, and I can't find them anymore.
That night, I had a dream about summer, the familiar figure that accompanied me for more than two weeks. I will miss you.
I forget when I learned to disguise myself. To family, roommates, friends, strangers ... I suddenly remembered my childhood ignorance, so I was happy because of ignorance.
When I was in primary school, there was a big banyan tree growing for half a century next to the teaching building, which was the "playground" for my friends and me. The friendship in primary school is simple and pure. There is no purpose or commitment between men, just a simple sentence: "Let's play dodgeball." I cried ... laughing there. ...
I remember when I was hacked, I was in a math class in grade four. Speaking of which, 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 given a special halo of poor students because I once left my homework at home. At that time, the teacher who said that I hadn't finished my homework angrily threw the triangle on the ground. The triangle split in two, and the shadow of my childhood was formally established.
After that class, I was sent to the corridor to do my homework, but what was really blackened was a sentence from my favorite English teacher, "I was wrong about you." After that day, I faded from the aura of a good student, and the teachers never looked at me seriously again. I'm tired of studying and living like a puppet. My only pleasure is playing dodgeball with my friends under the banyan tree. At that time, 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 with hope, but because of a girl, I struggle with 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 a scum of society.
I don't know why, but I like to follow my brother. He likes painting, but at that time, his family was poor and he had to give up art, but I embarked on it 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 really call me a teacher. Idle, finally found something I like. I joined an online club, a music club. As the college entrance examination approaches, students around me are constantly doing problems and papers, while I am imitating the ancients to write poems and becoming an ancient music lyricist. There is no heart for water, and countless "fallen flowers" have been given to me. Although I have always hated reading, I picked up my textbooks and pens in the last few days and finally 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 dormitory and my own class ... My only favorite Chinese teacher once said that my writing is full of sunshine, so my classmates call me black prince, but if we can meet again, I can say with a smile, and now I can laugh without heart. 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. ...
On the lawn of the green belt at the factory gate, I finally saw a large area of fallen leaves and yellow colors, much like the colors under my hometown tree in northern Sichuan at this time. This kind of scene is not so easy to see in Dongguan, because it belongs to the south, and almost all the trees in the mountains are evergreen.
The deep grass growing outside the factory wall also shows signs of withering, which is similar to the color of the fallen leaves on that tree. Although the number is small, "every grass and tree" and "quite critical" will know what the whole world is like.
165438+1On October 8th, an all-star concert of Hongye Festival was held in my hometown. The background wall is a red leaf tree. It was cold and rainy, and there were many people. The grand scene, singing, praising and creating momentum add luster to the red leaves all over the mountains. I only regret not being there and seeing pictures on the internet.
The color of the red leaves, originally a color that life is coming to an end, falls on the ground like singing a military song, as if to say "We won't go far, see you next year". The spectacular falling leaves seem to be a tribute to life and a contempt for death.
At first, two deciduous trees in front of the factory were cut off by sanitation workers with random knives in order not to affect the wires overhead. They were two stumps. Last winter, I looked around, and there were long worms gnawing at the trunk, completely withered and old. I concluded that he would die. Unexpectedly, several new branches were pulled out this spring. In summer, the leaves are flourishing and the vitality is more vigorous. I think this is the perseverance of life.
The predecessor of deciduous leaves is green leaves, which produce a lot of oxygen for human survival. Without oxygen, people's breathing will stop. A green leaf is an oxygen processing plant, and each green leaf is a small manufacturing machine. Green leaves are manufacturers and workers, green leaves are energetic young people, and fallen leaves are the death of old people. We should appreciate and respect fallen leaves. Fallen leaves are the return of nature. In the final analysis, they feed the fertile soil under the tree and give birth to life in the coming year.
In the moonlight at night, I stood under the two deciduous trees, beside the fallen leaves, looking up at the moonlight in my hometown and enjoying the quiet beauty of that moment. The breeze blew, and the leaves fell from the trees, light and silent. Deciduous leaves return to their roots, which is a question that many people think about! I can't help reading Yu Guangzhong's modern poem Homesickness, but there is no shallow strait in the middle. My homesickness is a high ridge. I am here, and my hometown is there.
The four seasons go round and round, and life brings forth new ideas. This is the law of life. We all want to stay young and live forever, but who can escape birth, illness and death and who will not fall down. Perhaps one day, human science and technology are quite developed, and we can easily travel through time and space and live in another world.
There are many ways to live and many ways to die. Seo Woo, the first female pilot of China J-10 fighter plane, lost her mind. From 1 18 in October to 10 in October, 350,000 people went to her hometown Chongzhou to mourn, and the scene was shocking. Because she was too young, the girl was too beautiful, and her career was too noble and dangerous, she should not have died young. This fallen leaf is singing a loud military song, a solemn and stirring military song, and her people and deeds are touching.
Fallen leaves are songs, a magnificent scenery, a beautiful scenery and a few homesickness.
In the dream last night, I always felt that an autumn wind blew into my bedroom from the gap in the window. I'm too lazy to get up and close the window when I'm sleepy. I only wrapped the quilt tightly, contracted my body and drifted into a sweet dream. In my sleep, I seemed to dream that a golden phoenix flew to my bed from the window, which made me very happy and stayed with me all night.
One night, I didn't know how many beautiful dreams I had, but I was awakened by the noise outside the window. At this time, the east is already bright.
I barely got up and stood by the window, seeing everything outside the window, familiar and fresh. A new day has begun. I saw people coming and going in the street, like a cloud of smoke, passing by in a hurry. In the distance, there were many high-rise buildings, like solid and steady three-dimensional sculptures, and the tall and stout trees nearby kept waving to me. I took a deep breath of fresh air, fresh and comfortable, and immediately let my brain sleep all night.
When I was about to turn away from the window, I found a leaf on the ground under the windowsill, which was a duck's palm, golden yellow and big in the palm. I picked it up and studied it. The dream that golden phoenix flew in last night came to my mind. Is this a dream that came true last night? I comforted my inner guess. I think if the window gap is less than 20 cm, the wind must have blown in from this gap. What a coincidence.
This is an ordinary autumn leaf, and it is also a lucky leaf. The surface of the gold leaf is flat and smooth, without any spots. The natural textures of different lengths are clearly visible, and the subtle patterns are ever-changing, seemingly motionless and full of charm.
Autumn leaves are the symbol of autumn, and they are auspicious in the harvest year. Autumn wind blows leaves, leaves return to their roots, fall with the wind, go with the wind, and disappear in every corner or soil in obscurity.
When I came to my desk, I opened a book and put this lucky autumn leaf into it smoothly, in order to preserve it and keep it golden forever. Maybe one day, when I see it again, its color will be an unexpected beauty enjoyment. I am looking forward to it!
Ye's essays are full of endless thoughts, and I only wish every side is good. The days of going to the countryside have passed. I really hope that I can pass everything on to the students in these ten days and let them benefit for life. As a teacher, I hope that the future "flowers" and "green leaves" of our country will flourish and look good.
We are sincerely moved, and the students study hard. From those eager eyes, children's desire to acquire knowledge, wisdom and enhance their ability is revealed. Of course, if people want to develop in an all-round way, they must master the basic knowledge, and "morality, physique, beauty and labor" are the key, so that people can be perfect. Let students realize the importance of being a man. Only with noble conduct can they become a happy and useful pillar of family, society and country. Our practice teacher carefully prepares the courseware and the content to be taught, with only one purpose, that is, to make students more and more excellent and develop more perfectly in all aspects. Students are taught to be down-to-earth, and what they have learned goes deep into their hearts, which will guide and benefit their future growth path. This is our inner expectation.
The moment we pressed the camera, all the time in our time was frozen. All the scenes jump in my mind and never pass. On the last day, we will say goodbye. This parting photo brings us together with the students. Therefore, we got on the bus with a very unhappy mood. We can see that some children's innocent faces have "water drops" flowing downwards, and we can also vaguely see that some eyes have "beads" spinning around and overflowing. The bus started, and I watched them walk away slowly outside. At this moment, my eyes finally stopped, a little bitter tears left in my mouth, and my heart felt its taste.
My students, I am very grateful to you for letting me know the happiness of being a teacher during this time. This trip to the countryside has been deeply rooted in all our hearts. I hope that you who are not around us in the future will grow up healthily and happily and become useful talents.
Every flower in the motherland has its own fragrance; Every green leaf in the motherland shows its own rich colors.
Walking on campus today, I accidentally saw a falling yellow leaf, still bright yellow. I held out my right hand and let it spin 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 human body. Oh, I began to wonder where this leaf, which happened to fall in my palm today, came from. Why did it fall?
Isn't this the soul of an ancient weak woman who drifted here unwilling to be lonely? But does she have something to say to me, or something?
The bright yellow coat may symbolize the nobility of her status, but she is a great queen in ancient and modern times? I immediately observed it close to the leaf surface, and suddenly the pupil of my right eye narrowed sharply, and the rich yellow seemed to sting my eyes. What I see through the branches and leaves is a beautiful woman sitting on the throne of the main hall, a woman full of strength and desire anyway. The breeze blew and the sky gradually darkened.
Gee, I don't know when the fallen leaves in my hand have faded from the original bright yellow, leaving only a faint light yellow. At this moment, I suddenly noticed some green spots on the leaves. These green touches seem to hold on to this yellow fallen leaf. My sight was unconsciously attracted. Isn't this light green and light yellow the Yangzhou woman who was infatuated with Du Daguan was stalking her lover? It really makes me sigh that she should seek to follow up to this day. It turned out that there really was such a story, "On the moonlit night of the Twenty-four Bridges, where did the Jade People teach flute playing?" This fallen leaf bears the melancholy of a girl's family. No wonder it stopped me from moving forward.
Suddenly, I saw that the petiole of this leaf seemed to be particularly tall and straight, and it had its own momentum to be reckoned with. Is it because I was wrong before? Which hero's blood and sweat raised this leaf? If so, what is the significance of its wandering now?
The tall and straight body holds up a sky. Oh, is it General Huo who fought against Xiongnu? Fighting in the northwest, I'm afraid it's hard to see this vibrant leaf in the lonely smoke of the desert. Does the protagonist want to complain to the world about the hardships of his military life through Ye Fusheng? Didn't he make a great contribution to his loyalty, but he couldn't escape the emperor's suspicion and his heart was broken? Isn't he lamenting that he was jealous of the hero and sad that he died young? Look at the dazzling red blood on the upper right corner of the leaf. Was it Ji Xiang who committed suicide in Wujiang River? It is attached to this dead leaf now. What do you want to talk about? Is he blaming himself for his waywardness, or does he want to see his beloved concubine again? I don't know all this today.
If you don't know, don't think about it. I held the petiole with my thumb and forefinger and walked on. At a fork in the road, I can'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 with the earth, just to become a red flower! So I had to reluctantly leave it alone under the old tree and wait for its next fate. ...
Ye Prose Essay 10 I am a small leaf. When I was very young, I grew up on the tallest branch, drawing the richest nutrition and dreaming the most beautiful dreams.
I think I'm lucky. I have seen the beauty of the sun rising in the east and setting in the west. I think I am very happy. I have heard every beautiful melody of nature. I think no one can stand in such a good position to see the most beautiful scenery like me.
I grew up and my body became heavier. However, I began to be afraid and at a loss. I don't know whether it's the wind or the trees. I'm out of that tree-the only support.
I am like a feather, so light that I can only resist and fall down. Sometimes I circle in midair, sometimes I can only stay on the thick and hard ground, but I just stay for a while and then leave in a hurry.
I was sent to the endless sea and drifted involuntarily. I feel at a loss. I don't know where the sea will take me. Where is my shelter? Unfortunately, when I was trying to find a big stone to dock at the seaside, a huge wave knocked me unconscious.
When I was struggling in pain, I found myself lying on the ground alone. I am eager to go back to that warm and beautiful home. However, fate has always let me drift. I'm very tired, very tired.
Occasionally a few small ants run around me. One of the ants said excitedly, you are so old that you can be a playground! Can we play games here?
Of course, I am happy to say. I finally have someone to accompany me.
Every day, they play and sing happily on me. I seem to be alive again, jumping all over! I also often tell you stories about my wandering. We became inseparable friends.
When it rains lightly in the sky, they all hide under my body to avoid the rain. I'm happy to hold an umbrella for them. When they snuggled up to me, I could feel that our hearts were warm and sweet.
But the rain is getting heavier and the wind is getting more and more urgent. We were forced to separate, and the dazzling white light made each other's hearts more painful at the moment of lightning and thunder.
I don't know how long it took to stop. I looked blankly at everything around me that was still strange. What caught my eye was a vast expanse of green, and I was lying in their arms. I heard a voice shouting: Hey, don't fall asleep. I dare not answer, I can only curl up a little.
It should be sunny today. I heard a lot of car horns and hurried footsteps.
"Look, how beautiful this leaf is." A delicate hand picked me up and let me lean up.
"Well, it looks good." A boy replied.
The girl was very happy and said, "How about using it as a bookmark?"
"Good, good." The boy opened the book in his hand. Let me live in.
Later, the book became thicker and thicker, and there were many long stories. I know there is only one word "home" in the name of the book.