Author: Mo Ran.
Colorful leaves weave yellow thoughts, and paragraphs interpret deep love.
Time flies, time flies, and it is the season of late autumn. Walking in the depths of the forest, accompanied by fallen leaves, I count the memories of the past years. Heart, can no longer be quiet, once again quietly born of long-lost thoughts. Late autumn is yellow and monotonous, the breeze is cold, the leaves are silent, and there is a tenderness in the air. Who knows? Who are you suing for? With the squeak of trampling on fallen leaves, I hope those leaves with clear and shallow words will drift away with the breeze and send acacia to the distance!
In the autumn forest, the voice of the geese gradually faded away, and finally quietly disappeared, without sound. Looking up, staring at the distance, the blue sky is full of acacia, and the forest is full of my thoughts of you.
Poetry is unknown, and a world of mortals is shallow.
Six years ago, in late autumn, I met you, and the world of mortals was like a dream. In the dark, I agreed to this life. When I first met you, I used to say every word, and I was no longer strange, as if I had been doomed in my last life. You walked into my forest like a poem. In that season, fallen leaves paved the way for you and me to walk hand in hand in every corner of the campus.
Do you remember that you picked up a fallen leaf, covered my eyes with your initial tenderness, held your beautiful heart and walked gracefully arm in arm on the path in the campus forest? In retrospect, it became a beautiful encounter. When I know the time, I will deeply remember the tenderness and warmth brought by your watery smile and your charming smile. Later, the school visited the forest path, the vast playground, the quiet library and the lively canteen, leaving a little bit of your flower season and the actor's young time.
In my spare time, whenever I think of you and me, I will thank us for meeting in the forest in late autumn, because we like falling leaves each other and have made my picturesque encounter in this life. Let me become a yellow leaf everywhere, just waiting for you to tread lightly and spend the yellow season with you. * * * Tell the golden color, accompany you in the colorful leaves, leave a shallow footprint, accompany you in the breeze, listen to a leaf in late autumn.
Looking back 500 times in previous lives, I only met you once in this life. Autumn leaves are matchmakers, the light that you and I have gone through for six years. You and I have been cherishing these 500 times in previous lives, waiting for the meeting of three generations, stroking the time of ink dyeing, and the bustling forest with falling leaves. You and I are still waiting for this forest and never give up. No matter how time passes, we will still find each other in a forest, because the fallen leaves are still in each other's hearts.
Essay on the theme of fallen leaves Part II: Falling leaves flying
At the end of the years, a boat carrying my soul and life dreams tempted me to fly. The sun sets in the morning, the clouds are rolling and the blue sky is full of yearning.
Yellow leaves in late autumn linger on the branches of family members, bid farewell to unforgettable feelings, and break that affection in the ruthless wind. Yes, if you want to say goodbye, you won't miss it any more, and you will fall to the endless late autumn to pursue your home. - .
In fact, the yearning for the earth is the attachment to green. In the cycle of life, every paragraph has endless elegance. Spring is the bright green of hope, full of vitality, summer is full of vitality and lush, and autumn is the ultimate consumption of life, with fruitful results. When winter comes, it falls freely and resolutely, blends into the soil, and breeds the green of the next year.
Life is that wandering yellow leaf, and a wonderful story is being staged every moment. This is a wise man who has read all the vicissitudes of the world, experienced ups and downs, set off the red flowers and moistened the fruits. Be modest and complacent.
I only look at the sky and sigh in the yellow season to express my feelings. Actually, it's just a little feeling. In the long river of life, there are many bitter, sad and emotional knots. Life is an invisible net that covers those restless impulses. At the intersection of heart and heart, I am helpless and entangled, unable to seek and difficult to choose. Pain, smile, gently shake your head. Desire, proper choice, and relaxed mentality. To be a man, let go, pick up, look down on the world and see through the clouds. Calm and calm, not surprised by honor or disgrace.
I love the fallen leaves in autumn.
I like spring breeze and morning glow, and I also like grass and flowers. I love fallen leaves more, like kites floating in my dreams.
Fallen leaves, like swallows, come again; Just like willow trees, they turn green again; Like a peach blossom, it blooms again. Clever you, please tell me, why do you still have time to come back once the fallen leaves leave? In the rustling autumn wind, the fallen leaves rustled on the ground. When it was still on the branch. The autumn rain washed away the fine dust on them, and the sunset coated them with a layer of golden yellow, and finally fell. Falling from the tree that accompanied us for a spring and autumn period, there is no sadness or sadness, because it once gave people a shade and made people swim in the ocean of shade.
After school, students carrying schoolbags saw an old man facing the autumn wind and accumulating fallen leaves. The student asked grandpa and found out his intention: fallen leaves are not heartless things, but turn into spring mud to protect flowers. Yes, they fell to the ground, were trampled under their feet, stepped in the mud, or burned to ashes and thrown into the soil. But they always have no resentment or sadness. Although it turned into soil, it brought beautiful spring scenery.
winter People look at the fallen leaves that have lost their songs and laughter from a distance, just like an expectant old man living alone on the top of the mountain, staring silently at the land in winter.
Ah! Falling leaves, at that time, all you saw were flowers dying and trees dying. There is winter every year without exception, so there is no spring at that time! It is for this reason that people especially like it when they return in spring. A gust of east wind can make you feel comfortable when you rest on the pillar, and the pace of progress is also accelerated. The fallen leaves have become new leaves, not one or two, but thousands of branches, which are green and a new scene. Plain, fresh and natural, it really makes people feel full of spring, a beautiful group, connected with the green mountains and green waters of the motherland, dotted with hope and future, dotted with colorful spring. Yes! The bright spring scenery is endless, and the mountains and rivers of the motherland are smiling everywhere. Friend, you love this bud, and you must love the fallen leaves in the autumn wind. Fallen leaves have become fertilizer for new leaves, urging them to play sweet and clear strings.
I appreciate fallen leaves, and I praise them!