Everyone has heard of prose in study and work, right? Some may also often write essays? Prose is a short and flexible prose genre. What are the classic essays? The following is my collection of autumn essays, which are welcome for your reference and I hope to help you.
Autumn Essay 1 I walked through an autumn rain, put aside my dreams, time ran over the tail of summer, and in a blink of an eye, I entered autumn.
Autumn. It was silent, and everything lost its vitality.
What do you think of when you mention autumn? Is it fruitful, sweet-scented osmanthus fragrance, red leaves like fire, or nostalgia for loved ones, grief for old friends.
Compared with autumn, I actually prefer the breeze blowing on my cheeks in spring, listening to cicadas all day in the crisp late summer, and enjoying the warm winter when the sun shines at noon. And autumn will only keep me immersed in the ocean of forgetting, and make me feel that silent confession is the best praise for the future.
But autumn is definitely not without a trace of loveliness. I like to watch the fallen leaves in autumn, like to step on piles of maple leaves, like to watch the sunset slowly fall to the sea level, and like to see colorful trees. In the days before the arrival of autumn, I always spend hundreds of nights in the poems blindly, but autumn seems to quietly slow down the pace of life and give me more time to breathe.
Autumn is beautiful and refreshing. I like to watch the sunrise and sunset under the ginkgo tree and spend a boring day slowly. Autumn is not a beautiful poem like spring, nor a summer like the gap of shutters, nor a warm winter like prose. In contrast, it is more like a song, more like a hymn, called Autumn.
Autumn seems to be the best season for poets to express their sadness in the beautiful autumn wind. "He knows that the dew will frost tonight, and how bright the moonlight is at home! ""What's the matter? The original tree of the village bridge is like my hometown. " "We met in the flowers and parted in the flowers. A year later, there were flowers here." They are all expressing their thoughts and preferences for their hometown and friends. They love autumn, their hometown and the good times in their memories.
The cold wind in early autumn and the songs in autumn are integrated into the dusk of cicadas and memories. Nowhere to look, I suddenly heard singing, on the shore of autumn water.
Autumn Essay 2 The falling of a leaf, the withering of a flower, and the premature death of a love ... all these make me feel sad, and the flowers are fragrant in one season and the leaves are fragrant in the other.
A hundred flowers bloom in spring, and all kinds of colors are just the beauty of the season we stayed in. Everything will wither with the arrival of autumn. There should be no need to be sad, and there is no need to be too obsessed with the unchangeable laws of nature. Perhaps in the new year, the leaves will become greener and the flowers will bloom more brilliantly. Helpless, my sentimental character always touches my most fragile heart. I can't help wandering alone on the edge of sadness and desolation.
If it is already late autumn, the flowers are dead, the leaves are yellow, and the grass all over the mountain is desolate. I wandered alone in this deserted mountain forest, watching this scene. Very beautiful, picturesque, there is a feeling of enjoying the scenery, and I don't feel like I have become a landscape. Flowers in one place follow the flowing water, leaves in the forest pay the east wind, and weeds in the mountains love dust. What a beautiful flower, cold wind, fallen leaves and weeds. Every scene, every sentence, makes me feel so sad. My heart is also sad and melancholy.
Although the flowers have withered, there is still a residual fragrance in the air. At this time, the air is still mixed with my sadness and acacia, and this feeling has slowly spread in the air. Walking on fallen leaves and continuing through the forest, a yellow and vicissitudes of leaves swept over my sad face with the wind. Reach out and look carefully, this dead leaf is like my face etched by years, so silent and old.
The bleak autumn wind blew wildly, chasing the residual flowers and leaves all over the ground. Floating in the air with the wind, blowing up weeds all over the mountain, cooling my heart. Weeds are swaying sadly in the wind, and my thoughts drift across the sea to the place where I first saw them. Before I could stay, it was time to leave. The struggle in my heart can't resist the destruction and desolation of this autumn wind.
Unconsciously, the fiery red sun has gradually turned into a residual red sunset, quietly falling to the western hills. This reminds me of a poem written by a poet. He said: my sunset sadness is like a melancholy bird, and the melancholy bird flies out of my sunset sadness. I think he wrote very well, just like my mood at the moment.
The quieter the wind, the colder my heart, but I am sad and lonely.
Acacia tears, flowers bloom and fall, and sadness spreads.
Vegetation withers, memory is melancholy, and old wounds have not healed.
The afterglow of autumn pours all the gold to the sun, but it is pale yellow to the moon. The sky contains the joys and sorrows of the day and erupts at night. Turn into a firefly, disperse and wither, and look for the day when flowers bloom.
I miss the days when flowers bloom and think of so many beauties in Jiangshan.
Look at the mountain, look at the field, look at the west, look at the river, or lightly decorate or embellish. The wild flowers on the mountain, those that can be named and those that can't, are vying for eye-catching and opening. The small flowers in the field set off the green crops, so don't be sentimental. The small flowers by the stream are also cheerful with the sound of the stream flapping. There are even two or three small flowers clinging to the fence of the home garden, dotted with the loneliness of that side. On the day when the flowers bloom, the bleak autumn and the loneliness in winter are swept away. The earth is beautiful and the mountains and rivers are enchanting.
I miss the days when flowers bloom, and I remember how wonderful life is.
I have never liked outdoor activities since I was born. Everyone in the village calls me "Little Master". However, when the flowers bloom every day, I can't restrain my joy. I rushed into the embrace of nature, wandering in the ocean of flowers, breathing fresh air, making it difficult for me to stop. The troubles in my heart have long been forgotten, and all the haze has vanished. I have never found that the days when flowers bloom are so colorful.
I miss the days when flowers bloom, and I remember how charming life is.
Flocks of butterflies dance in the flowers, hardworking bees work hard in the flowers, cheerful birds sing in the flowers, and the breath of life is everywhere. There is a canna in front of my window, which records the value of life with height every day. Strong winds, heavy rains and real thunder can't convince it, and it can't bend over. It shows people the power of life with a tenacious attitude.
The days when flowers bloom are so magical, but they are also so short. When the flowers fall all over the ground, that is, when I am most sad, all I can do is to miss those days without flowers and make them a treasure that will never fade in my memory.
Autumn Essay 4 Waiting for the autumn of the season, just like once, but the autumn wind is rustling and everything changes color. Now, it is autumn. The sunshine is still the same as before, and it has not cooled down because of the arrival of autumn. Maybe it's the south that keeps the temperature unchanged. Get up in the morning, accompanied by the temperature of the sun, accompanied by the autumn wind, a person walks a long way to work, and walks on the tunnel road in a hurry. The crowds coming and going cover up the coolness of autumn. Looking back at the morning color of that moment, it is fresh and warm.
For those who are afraid of hot summer, autumn is a kind of joy and carnival. They can avoid the sun's scorching and exposure, and they don't have to worry about tanning or sunburn, and they don't have to worry about sweating and sweating.
I like autumn colors, not because I am afraid of the heat in summer, but because they are warm and fragrant. Autumn gives people a faint sadness, like a sad woman, revealing the true meaning of her heart in the season of remembering the fleeting time.
I like the rustling sound of autumn wind, like a clear spring, rippling with the waves, hovering back and forth in the current, leaving no trace.
I like the color of autumn, light but not thick, shallow rehmannia, and I like hardworking servants to spread the fruits of harvest to the world.
I like to walk alone on the forest path and feel the natural changes with the fall of autumn leaves. The leaves fall so lightly, silently and intentionally. At first glance, they look like snowflakes falling in winter, but with different colors.
Some people say that autumn is the season of rising family ties, which can evoke a beautiful picture of a person, travel through time and space, and recall the silence of the years. I don't know if this is the case, and I don't understand why Qiu is like this. I only know that autumn has come, and I am shocked. Without the fierceness of summer, I feel more silent. I began to recall the bits and pieces related to autumn, a fallen leaf, a grass and a tree, a path and a clear spring, all of which can inadvertently remind me of all my memories, even if I pass by.
The autumn wind remains the same, and my heart remains the same. My heart is no longer wandering, but the other side of my eyes is lingering. Who added a bleak poem to the crisp autumn season, and who attributed the silence of the fleeting time to the desolation of autumn?
The car stopped, woke up like a dream, danced with Qiu, and shuttled on the stairs to work. ...
Autumn composition 5 Do you still remember autumn? What is autumn like in your memory? Autumn in my memory is full of gold. The most unforgettable thing is uncle Nengyun's bright and kind smile on his face and those golden grain crops, which are really unforgettable! It makes people feel that their eyes are full of these golden things. Autumn is really a good harvest season, and it is really an amazing season!
Do you remember Grandpa Yuan Longping? In the past, many people in China could not eat. It was Grandpa Yuan Longping who worked hard to develop new rice. Many people in China have already eaten. Countless times in autumn, the harvest food products in China have greatly increased, and everyone has a smile on his face. We don't have to go hungry anymore, we can eat enough. At that time, China had basically solved the problem of food and clothing, and all the credit went to Grandpa Yuan Longping ... But will Grandpa Yuan Longping still see it this fall? Maybe Grandpa Yuan Longping has gone to another place, but what he left us will never follow in his footsteps, and what he left us will remain in our hearts forever!
There is a golden harvest this autumn, but there is always a cloud on the horizon rippling like a figure in the clouds. Looking closely, it seems that a kind old man is lying in the clouds, gently shaking his rice. ...
Autumn Essay 6 Autumn is not smart and lovely in spring, warm and hot in summer, and lifeless in winter, but rather poetic and lonely. In autumn, fallen leaves are probably the most evocative. I'm afraid there's nothing a scholar can do if he sees fallen leaves. Let's write an eloquent article!
Autumn leaves are sad. Maybe it once had a beautiful scenery in the tree, but now it falls in the dust. If the forest is full of fallen leaves. I remember that in the old city, every autumn, the phoenix tree on the street leaves all over the ground. The leaves of Chinese parasol trees are the most beautiful in my memory: floating down from the trees, flipping and dancing in the air, spinning gracefully on the stage like a ballet dancer, round and round, round and round,,,
Autumn leaves are fragile. Its dry body lies quietly on the side of the road, and as long as passers-by step on it gently, they will never recognize its true colors. However, it is a faithful messenger of autumn. Sometimes inadvertently, a fallen leaf quietly falls in front of you. You can't help but sigh: Hey, is it autumn already?
Autumn Essay 7 In autumn, leaves fall one after another, and they tell us quietly: "Autumn girl is coming!" " "She walked at a brisk pace and followed her mother-in-law to the world, bringing endless happiness to people.
The fields in autumn are full of joy of harvest. Look, Huang Chengcheng's soybeans hung their heads shyly, red sorghum turned red, golden rice set off golden waves, and the farmer's uncle smiled happily at the bumper crops.
The sweet smell in the orchard in autumn is intoxicating. Look, red apples, yellow pears, purple grapes ... they all exude attractive fragrance, as if inviting people to taste the joy of autumn.
The garden in autumn is still very lively and colorful. Listen, chrysanthemum is saying something in the wind; Rose unfolded her pink petals and greeted everyone curiously; Osmanthus fragrans exudes a sweet fragrance; A cluster of red flames is burning, warming people's hearts.
Ah, happy autumn is really everywhere!
Autumn Essay 8 Looking at the rows of tall buildings outside the window, the neon lights are flashing and changing, so colorful, but I don't know why, my heart is always vaguely disappointed.
Lu Xun, a scholar, once said that Baicao Garden was a paradise for his childhood. For me, my grandma's house in the countryside is like a hundred herbs garden, which makes my love linger in my memory.
It is a small village, located by the river, which often gives people a mysterious feeling. When it is foggy, it is as desirable and untouchable as a fairyland. But for me who lived here since I was a child, this is a good place to play.
In my memory, my grandmother's house is located near the center of the whole village. The geographical location there is very good. Not only can I see the vast rivers, but the green bamboo forests are brighter.
Speaking of bamboo forests, I talk a lot. It can be said that there is never a lack of laughter in the bamboo forest. Spring is a good time. I still remember the happy scene of looking for bamboo shoots in the bamboo forest on my grandmother's back on a warm afternoon. In summer, when the heat is unbearable, people in our room will always move benches together to enjoy the cool in the bamboo forest, talking and laughing. What a pleasant scene! My great-grandfather still has this unique skill. Not to mention how dexterous his seemingly rough hands are! No, in the blink of an eye, a lifelike dragonfly appeared in front of me. Ah, yes! I can also play music with leaves, but it sounds more like a tune than a strange sound, but if I want to pick up the fallen leaves on the roadside now, I can't play them anyway. ...
Neon lights are flashing, and my eyes are used to their brilliance. Maybe I'm not used to returning to that village now. But I still want to turn over a new leaf, breathe the long-missed fragrance, and let the fresh air fill my heart and lungs. I miss not only the fresh air, but also the muddy mountain roads and piles of cow dung, and piles of straw taller than piles, but the people I have missed for a long time and the familiar homesickness. ...
Autumn Essay In the season when the clouds are high and the yellow leaves fly for 9 days, the pleasant autumn wind shuttles through the gap of autumn harvest crops, singing beautiful songs softly; Long and short leaves dance with the wind, like dancers' skirts. The field in autumn is a picture of rough diamonds, the tall sunflower is the bright smiling face of farmers, the swaying corn is their happy feelings, and the golden soybean is the reward of parents' long-cherished wish. All this intoxicated my soul and brought me the passion of labor.
I am here in the harvest season. Accompanied by mild sunshine and gentle breeze, my parents and I came to my mature cornfield. I waved a sharp sickle, bent my waist into my father's arc, waved my sickle into my mother's agility, and harvested full-bodied corn. The heavy corn cob drove away all my fatigue.
The labor scene in the field was interpreted in full swing by my parents and me. Dad with a sickle danced mercilessly through the swaying corn stalks, leaving a brand-new poem behind him; The mother who received the fruits of labor broke the corn cob neatly and piled up golden mountains under her feet; I love my work and am busy between my parents. Feeling my father's waist tired and sour, I picked up the sickle and continued harvesting; I guess my mother's hand hurts and she's sleepy. It's my turn to find a way to break it off.
Autumn, the harvest season, makes me really mature. Stepping on the simple earth, I will not ask for empty prosperity. I understand that sowing seeds on the road of life and working hard will make you harvest brilliant autumn.
Autumn composition 10 autumn is here, autumn is here, and teacher Qiu is coming with light steps. The arrival of Miss Qiu made the farmers' uncles busy.
Miss Qiu flies everywhere. She has a magic wand. As long as it is gentle, the food will be cooked. Miss Qiu flew to the orchard at this time. She ordered pear, apple and peach trees with a magic wand ... all the fruit trees she ordered were ripe. Pears in pear trees are sweet and delicious, and apples in apple trees are red and big. The peaches on the peach tree are sweet and beautiful. The farmers were ecstatic. At this time, Miss Qiu came to the vegetable garden. She ordered cabbage, eggplant, beans and persimmons with her wand ... all of them were ripe. Cabbage is big and green, beans are covered with the whole bracket, and persimmons are red and big. Miss Qiu touched the tree, and the leaves on the tree fell one after another, some like dancing butterflies, some like flying dragonflies, and some like flying planes. In spring, Mother Earth wears green clothes, in summer, Mother Earth wears green clothes, in winter, Mother Earth wears white clothes, but in autumn, Mother Earth wears gold clothes, which is very beautiful!
I like autumn!
Autumn composition 1 1 Late at night, autumn is thick, and I am eager to walk home.
The autumn wind blows, and the chill hits the whole body. The spring-like days have finally passed, and the upside-down season has reversed again. This is the name of the season. Late autumn comes slowly, and autumn wind and autumn rain caress your face instead of spring breeze.
The city without neon lights lies quietly in the night, like a sleeping giant. Occasionally, cars pass by, and the roar of the engine sounds like the snoring of the giant.
In dimly lit places, faint moonlight pours down, making the road ahead faintly visible. Moonlight is like water, and silver shines in every corner. Looking up, the moon is high. Accompanied by front and back shadows, it seems that I will not be lonely all the way.
Walking forward, the moon has been in front of me, as if to show me the way, afraid that I will get lost, and like my loyal guardian, I am no longer afraid of the bumpy road.
So I walked towards the moon. Bathed in silver, the moonlit night is like a piece of Wang Yang, and the lampposts from far and near, from near and far, wave after wave.
Being in it, just like a boat, full of life, ups and downs with the waves, or breaking the waves.
The figure in the night looks like a lonely sail in the ocean from a distance, but it is so small, but it is still sailing. The harbor that has not reached its goal is still sailing in the waves. Even if the blue waves are as high as the sky.
Walking alone in the dark.
Those who work hard are tired and fall asleep; The noisy city is sleepy.
The occasional embedded lights between high-rise buildings indicate that this huge city is still breathing on its own.
In the morning glow, the moonlight fades. The city that wakes up shows its color in the color, so I am in the exchange of this night. In the world of dawn and darkness, it keeps moving back and forth.
Seek to let your world be crossed, your soul be baptized, and your body and mind experience collision.
Entering the city and returning home at night, the meteor suddenly passed by, suddenly shining, and my heart sprouted instantly in the autumn night.
Returning to the city at night, how many people seem to be independent and go their separate ways, but they can't help but act.
I don't want to be infected with the world of mortals physically and mentally and retire in a roar. Seemingly indifferent, my heart is like a fire.
The autumn wind is still rustling, and when you come back in the autumn night, there is always a taste and feeling in your heart.
Autumn composition 12 I have been away from home for many years and decided to return to Jiangnan this time. Singing and drinking, riding a donkey as a companion to return to China. Feel the color of hometown.
"Waiting for the east wind will always be spring." In March, in the spring of Buze, everything revived and gave birth to brilliance. Peach blossoms laugh at the spring breeze, including rain. The willow color is still fresh and there is smoke. A piece of green mountains and green waters, the road is full of safflower charming eyes, green grass can be without horseshoes. A few orioles were chirping merrily on the green willow trees, and a group of egrets were unwilling to be lonely and flew into the sky with their companions. Wan Li is clear in water and sky. Several white geese are floating on the lake, playing with their red paws. Good rain comes at the right time, nourishing everything. The breeze gradually entered the night, and it was raining in the evening. No one talked about drinking alone, and no one sent it to the wild. The green hills on both sides of the strait are opposite, and I don't know where to come from.
"Why should the wheat straw rest, and the trees in summer are shady and lovely?" In the hot summer, cicadas are singing and drinking dew, frogs enjoy the cool under the green lotus leaves, and the lotus reflected in the sun is more bright red under the sunshine. When I was idle, I went to the mountains for a walk to see the wild water. I didn't see anyone, but suddenly I saw the green hills under the water. How much leisure do you have? A wisp of tobacco takes away sadness. The flowers are late, and they are brilliant, an isolated city. Wandering alone, I don't know how long a person's world will go. Castle Peak still exists, the sun still rises and the sunset still sets. Dreams are there, dreams are in the distance, and they move forward silently.
"The red candle is cold and the white screen is light, and the small fan flies at the firefly." Who said that autumn is a sad autumn? A lotus bush in Qiu Guang is faint. After watching the Sha Ou Dance over and over again, the beautiful scenery in the south of the Yangtze River came into view. There are blue clouds in the sky and yellow leaves on the ground. Autumn is connected with blue waves. On the waves, emerald smoke spins. Changfeng Wan Li, lonely geese flying in the air looking for lost companions. Quiet and beautiful autumn leaves have fallen from the trees, making a new life start again. In the fragrance of rice flowers, it is said that the harvest season is autumn, and people reap a large piece of golden color in return after hard work and enjoy it. Looking up at the Yellow River and the West, the white clouds are still a thousand years old.
"Who will make a pile of snow on the ground and cut off the guests to make this day old?" The cold winter came, the weather turned cold, and catkins danced, blowing open the petals of ten thousand pear trees. At the edge of the broken bridge, the plum blossoms are white, and Ling cold is alone. At dusk, she is alone, braving the wind and rain and not afraid of the cold. I don't want to compete with Fang Qun for colorful spring. I just want to reveal the faint fragrance in the white world alone and make Fang Qun jealous. Although spring has come, it will be ground into powder, and the fragrance will remain the same. The river is red as fire and green as blue.
The ever-changing colors make up a gorgeous world.
The color in my eyes, the unique scenery all the way, the ubiquitous color, how intoxicating!
Autumn composition 13 Yu Qiu children's shoes played hooligans again this week, stood me up, and Qiu Feng children's shoes came only recently. I don't know what big move he's hiding. The movement is quite loud, and the direct impact is that it is very cold at night and a little cold in the morning.
The ginkgo leaves on the roadside are yellow again. I wonder if they are harassed by autumn wind children's shoes every day. Cloud children's shoes rarely appear recently, which makes Sun Jun very proud. You are arrogant at noon every day.
Hibiscus flowers seem to be out of shape recently, and there are flowers all over the ground, which makes people look a little fondly. In the besieged city of reinforced concrete, weeds can only be seen in some places where no one cares. Well, they are also trying to live up to expectations, and now they are accumulating energy, waiting to sow the seeds full of hope. According to the theory in biology class, plant ash is a good material to supplement potassium!
Without salt and light, life goes on, just like traveling into the mountains and getting lost. Looking up is sunshine, looking down is a narrow path. It's not endless, just a little addicted to the scenery that occasionally flashes by the roadside.
At this time of autumn, the sky is very high and there is generally no sunset at night. The sunset is beautiful. If you stand on the top of the pavilion and click it, a picture of the sunset will be frozen. Unfortunately, I really have no leisure to go to the top of the mountain recently. I have finished reading Living by the Mountain, and the serenity I got by chance is exhausted. I should probably go to the temple to experience the life of a Taoist! Daoxin ... forget it.
Eat well, sleep well and stick some autumn fat in autumn. Mutton hot pot should be the first choice. It is also good to make an appointment with three or five friends and have a rinse. But it also has a disadvantage-it costs money. Money is a good thing, especially for Taurus, it brings a sense of security.
Walking with Love is expected to be postponed, but the 120 love letter was activated in an unexpected way. Everything is the best arrangement, so these two books in my mind will become my new favorites next. If it goes well, there will be no shortage of paper in the village toilet.
Let's stop here. The story of autumn continues. 1 October1The day is coming, and it is also the Mid-Autumn Festival, spring flowers and autumn moon. Appreciating the moon has also been called elegance since ancient times. "A round of tea in the middle of the month does not envy the fairy in the painting", "The breeze and the bright moon don't cost a penny". Who has a good tea sponsorship point?
May you have a sea in your heart and wait for the wind in your own way. ...
Autumn composition 14 autumn has come, and the autumn flowers have become colorful and very beautiful. Miss Qiu quietly came to our side. At this time, some flowers hung their heads and bent over, as if they had been scolded by the teacher. They bowed their heads one by one, quietly waiting for Miss Chun to arrive early. But some flowers are just the opposite. They are beautiful and in full bloom. Such as: fragrant yellow osmanthus, colorful chrysanthemums, and beautiful cyclamen and rose ... autumn is very strong.
However, among these flowers, chrysanthemum is my favorite. Chrysanthemums come in many colors: yellow, pink, white and purple. Chrysanthemums of all colors are so beautiful that no flower can compare with them. In addition, the petals of chrysanthemum are different in shape. For example, there are long petals, wide petals, and petals curled together. And the number of petals is different: there are more than ten, five or six, and three or four. ...
I think chrysanthemum is the most representative flower in autumn, because in the autumn when the weather is getting colder and colder, many delicate flowers can't stand the destruction of the cold wind, and only the proud chrysanthemum is blooming, you know? Chrysanthemum also has the reputation of "a gentleman in flowers"! Autumn is more beautiful because of the embellishment of chrysanthemums!
Autumn Essay 15 The cool autumn wind blows on the face, like a magical magician, which can change the appearance of all the scenery on the ground in an instant. The ginkgo tree in the yard outside the window, originally in full of green, was plated golden in just a few days. The sunshine is warm, the breeze is blowing gently, and the golden ginkgo leaves are jumping and swaying in the dense sunshine, which is more beautiful and dazzling.
The ginkgo tree in autumn is a note played by the piano. The free and soothing notes in Schumann's and Mozart's fantasia are enough to open all my imagination. In the morning, I followed the beautiful waltz in autumn and turned into the ginkgo forest in the yard. The sun shines obliquely through the clouds, and the charming autumn colors are like lovely elves jumping among trees, and the leaves quietly change into golden dresses. Shining intoxicating bright yellow in the sun. The breeze blows gently, the ginkgo trees whisper, wave to me frequently with a fan-shaped skirt smile, and sway gently in the autumn sun. For example, a ballet dancer is dancing in a tree. Perhaps only in autumn can ginkgo show its enchanting charm. Some leaves can't bear the loneliness of the branches, so they break free from the embrace of the tree. The leaves are shining golden in the sun, and Ye Jingling people are dancing in midair in droves, just like beautiful butterflies, stretching their graceful waist, dancing rhythmically, and then landing slowly.
Autumn sunshine continues to fall on the top of ginkgo biloba, the wind passes through the forest, and the leaves give a pleasant applause and fly down in a low voice. Ginkgo biloba leaves one after another are like the soul of a butterfly. Looking at this golden leaf, I can't help thinking of the poet who picked up the wind. There are countless ginkgo leaves in front of us, any one. What kind of poems do poets who visit autumn write and send them to the distance with the wind?
Fallen leaves spread all over the floor, making a rustling sound when stepping on the ground, which has a soft feeling, as if a golden carpet was laid on the ground. At this moment, I seem to have stepped into the door of the fairy tale world, where there seems to be "blue sky, yellow leaves, autumn colors, cold smoke and green waves."
Although ginkgo leaves in autumn have lost their vitality in spring and summer, they are more mature, confident and calm in terms of potential. Ginkgo trees in autumn shake their dazzling leaves. Autumn fairy tales start from the branches of this ginkgo tree. Numerous heart-shaped leaves shattered the dream of stinging people in the grass. Covering the whole season, covering the last story of autumn.
Gently pick up a leaf and hold it in your hand. Very light, slightly moist. Put it on the tip of your nose and smell it. A fragrance permeates your heart. Gently stroking still feels a little dehydrated and stiff, and there are some thin cracks on the edge of the leaves, but these can't stop the simplicity from nature. The green season is less green, and the goose autumn is more thick and more mature. Hold the floating ginkgo leaves in your hands, carefully play with this envelope sent from the depths of history and gently clip it in the pages.