Chapter 1: Late Autumn Red Leaves Prose Red leaves, with bright red, have created a dazzling autumn brand for themselves, which makes people appreciate the beauty of its brilliant red as if they were enjoying flowers in spring. In fact, not only the mountains have red leaves, but also the maple leaves are red. Walking on the road yesterday, I found red leaves in the city, which were bright and thorough, so I took a few photos with my mobile phone. These "red" plants in autumn mainly include climbing maple vines (commonly known as Parthenocissus quinquefolia) and torch trees.
I admire the character of Hongye. When all the flowers are in full bloom, they are as green as all the other leaves. When spring flowers wither and summer flowers wither, nature begins to dim, and red leaves come forward to show the world red. Its red has been silent for the whole spring and summer, and its red has experienced wind and rain, like an actor at the last moment on the stage. It doesn't want to win applause, even if it is frost, snow and winter snow, but it insists on being red until it withers.
In the city, walking on the street, you will inadvertently see the figure of red leaves, which decorate the autumn colors of the city. So I think, there are many things in the world, don't argue, let nature take its course, and all the arrangements are beautiful. In late autumn, the red leaves are brilliant, and in the evening, the sunset glow is brilliant, so is a person's life. Whenever you perform on stage, as long as you are wonderful, you will succeed!
There is a small forest to the west of the town. I walked with my friends the day before yesterday and went to explore autumn leaves. Hehe, it really fell off, and reddish leaves were flying in the wind. I looked blankly at the flying leaves, and my heart floated with them. I gently picked up a leaf with my hand and studied it, my heart drifted away with her. This late autumn has locked the curtain of a dream in my life, and time and space seem to have just returned to the autumn I remembered at that time.
When I met in my memory, it was such a late autumn, and it was also full of red leaves. I am addicted to her poetry garden. The poem's eyes were like water, which melted me gently. I gently twisted the red leaves floating around me and said to myself: Do you want to write what I want to say most on her and send it to friends far away? Autumn leaves are flying around me, which makes me believe in the silent agreement of previous lives and the encounter of this life. In an instant, it seems that eyes meet again and hearts blend, so I gently put her into my poetry collection. I will never forget that late autumn. That gentle and romantic picture has always been a classic in my mind.
Autumn wind is easy to cool, and red leaves spread. From then on, I fell in love with passionate poetry and made unremitting efforts for the moment I met her in this life.
From that moment on, I knew that no matter where I went, or in Qian Shan, the affection that locked me in late autumn would hold me back forever until my life.
Strolling through the Woods in late autumn, the red leaves flying all over the sky are flying like snowflakes, just like my mood, my heart has been intoxicated in this picturesque late autumn. Late autumn wind; You dry the corner of my eye, but you can't blow away my thoughts. Do you know that?/You know what? Do you know that?/You know what? That late autumn has been deeply hidden in my heart. It hasn't faded for years. ......
Farewell to late autumn, red leaves in hand, it's hard to see you in a hurry. The red leaves are always there, the late autumn of true love is still there, but your figure is ethereal. When you left, did you enjoy the full moon in a different place?
Farewell to late autumn, the footsteps of winter are near. I still like it, because red leaves are always the most beautiful picture in my heart. Indispensable love. Beauty overcomes cold!
Looking at the red leaves reflected by the sunset, slowly retreat. I can't help thinking. Back to the case, add thick ink to the red leaves, hold the pen quietly, write every day, and care about the world. I hope to be quiet for a thousand years, waiting for her to explain the world. Everywhere mountains and rivers are far away, and red leaves fall and fall. In the depths of time, in my love story, she is the most unforgettable one.
In the evening, I occasionally look out of the window and see the red leaves in the distance. The red leaves all over the mountain touched my inspiration and stirred my thoughts.
I like red leaves, and I prefer this romantic autumn. In late autumn, red leaves are flying. I want to use them to make a first-line kite and fly my wish. Autumn letter is hidden inside, with the faint red leaves, and it is written with red leaves as stationery, "Your departure has increased my love." I want to turn my thoughts into wings and fly to your direction.
The autumn wind is bleak and the red leaves are flying. Every red leaf falls alone, like love hidden in my heart, which deeply hurts my heart. Your love and affectionate kiss come from your mind. I obviously feel an irresistible desire for each other. The gentle sunset, the falling red leaves, the faint autumn wind and the crisp birdsong, together with you and me, constitute a fresh and beautiful picture. You and I * * * picked up a red leaf and wrote down our thoughts. How I want to stay in the painting forever and enjoy life with you in the beautiful forest.
Looking at the falling red leaves, I really want to borrow one, fold it into a cup full of true feelings and thoughts, and sprinkle it in your direction. I can't tell whether I miss you painfully or happily. Looking at the lonely red leaves, I suddenly feel that we have broken up. Although our hearts are snuggled together and our smiles are still there, the distance between us has finally become a kind of sadness that cannot be decorated.
When I miss you, I am always immersed in fantasy. I really want to hold your hand and dispel the faint sadness between your eyebrows. A look back when you left has become a pool that I can't swim out in my life. I would like to incarnate the stars in the night sky and light your night light for you. May warmth fill the distance between us. The emotion of missing is becoming more and more complicated and flooding, which I can't figure out. At this moment, I miss you by my side very much, heal my heart with your warmth and freeze time with our love. You and I are like a rainbow bridge built with our hearts. You are on the other side of the bridge, and I am on the other side of the bridge, weaving our happiness and warming every inch of our soul with warm red, lively orange, brilliant yellow, refreshing green, eternal blue, beautiful blue and romantic purple. Thinking of you is like a broken lotus root holding love, sipping a cup of strong tea, enjoying the beautiful picture and listening to a tune that stirs the heartstrings.
Autumn wind makes my heart a little cold, and falling red leaves make me feel sad. I am like tea in a previous life. You are the water of this life, which precipitated the feelings of previous lives, boiled the love of this life, and soaked the charming tea fragrance with affection and love.
Red leaves are still falling. I am fascinated to ask what the world is like, which makes people commit themselves to life and death There are a few people in the world who know the word "love", but only blame us for our affection. I hope the red leaves can carry my wishes and fly to your place. If you are well, it will be sunny.
In the prose of late autumn, it is said that the red leaves are as bright as rosy clouds and as passionate as fire. She will light up life, and she will give the rhythm of life poetry. Today's trip to the red leaves made me feast my eyes on the red leaves once again. Red leaves, with the same enthusiasm as fire, are drunk in mountains, streams and grass, and they are magnificent and dazzling. People are welcome to enjoy them. ...
Red leaves swirl in the autumn wind, show strength in the cold rain and shine in the severe frost. Bright red, pink, scarlet, pink, fiery red, orange red, ochre red and other standards, like a bloody game. Look at the red leaves in the rain and fog, wet and delicate, and look at the red leaves in the autumn wind, dancing and colorful; In the morning frost, the red leaves are in full swing and colorful, and in the evening, they are brilliant with the sunset. Ah! Red leaves! I picked out some drunken poems with you. You are the spirit of autumn. You convey your feelings, pin your love on you, and sublimate your beauty ... The beauty of red leaves and the love of red leaves not only harmonize the beauty of harmony between man and nature, but also bring people closer. It is another late autumn season, and the world is red. You have attracted the appreciation of countless tourists, reciting poems and painting for you. Your beauty reminds people of peach blossoms in spring, lotus flowers in summer, chrysanthemums in autumn and plum blossoms in winter, so that poets and poets at home and abroad can write poems. A poem "Mountain Walk" by Du Mu, a poet in the Tang Dynasty, said: "There are people in Bai Yunsheng, far away in the cold mountain. Stop and sit in the maple forest late, and the frost leaves are red in February. " Sublimate the beauty of red leaves to the extreme. Zhao Chengde, a poet in the Song Dynasty, wrote a poem: "On yellow, red, purple and green rocks, between pine and bamboo. The mountain should not be old after autumn, and the Lingfeng is on the surface. " Red leaves are colorful and lifelike. Wang Shifu, a playwright in the Yuan Dynasty, wrote: "The sky is clear and the land is yellow, and the west wind is tight, flying north and south. Lai, who got drunk in LAM Raymond? ..... "A word" drunk "makes people intoxicated, while Yang Wanli's" May 9th "in the Song Dynasty said:" May 9th has been an old dyer all his life, and he made iron soap scarlet by mistake. Xiaofeng stole wine all night, but she was lonely and drunk. " The poem "stealing wine" depicts the drunken face of Hongye. Red leaves are dotted with autumn colors, full of charm, which makes people sing for thousands of years. The beauty of red leaves has formed a unique "red leaf culture" in China.
Young leaves are green in spring and mature in summer. Only in autumn can you show the charm of your life and leave the beauty of late autumn to the world. You used to be the medium of poetry, and you used to convey people's different feelings and emotions. As early as the Tang Dynasty, it was popular for poets and literary friends to write poems on red leaves and then give them to each other for appreciation, which was romantic and elegant. Qian Qi, a poet in the Tang Dynasty, said in his poem: "There is no line on the far shore, and first frost is half red. Stop the boat and search for a good sentence. The title leaves Jiang Feng. " The title page mentioned in the poem is to write the poem on the red leaves. "Hanshan in October, the frost leaves are new at the moment. It seems that the fire can't burn out, and flowers don't wait for spring. Even the lines are lined up, and the red towels are cut casually. " This is a poem in Bai Juyi's Red Leaves Crossing the River. These unique poets took the lead in writing poems about red leaves, which exuded charming charm. Legend has it that Lu Wo, a poet of the Tang Dynasty, went to Chang 'an capital to catch the exam and accidentally got a red leaf with a poem inscribed by a maid-in-waiting in running water: "Why is the running water so urgent?" The palace is full of leisure. If you are diligent and thank Hongye, you will win the world. " He kept it for many years, and then he got a beautiful marriage ... I think maybe this is why Hongye is famous all over the world.
Red leaves, you are a fire, you are a glow, beautiful! Be strong! The frost is getting thicker, the weather is getting colder and colder, the wind is getting stronger and stronger, and your drunk face is getting redder and redder. You drift around with the cold west wind, covered with frost, and covered the earth with a layer of characteristic red with brilliance.