Maple leaves, from the spring germination, red in the fall, through the wind and rain, healthy from the teenager to the old age, now, they are like a bunch of fireworks in the night sky, after the splendor, waiting for their own is the fate of the fading. Here is the article I brought you the maple leaf red, I hope you like it!
Part 1: Maple Leaf Red, Love
Parking sitting in love with the maple forest evening, frosty leaves red than February flowers, like the fruitful, more like the layer of forested mountains and rivers, standing on the top of a high mountain, see the sky high clouds in the clear sky. --Title
The golden autumn season, the golden laurel, in an autumn breeze in the morning, accompanied by a lover to climb the mountain. You see, full of maple leaves are waving to us, golden wild chrysanthemums have bloomed smile, at this time, bees are still busy collecting pollen, geese have not flown to the south, butterflies are still dancing in the bushes, take advantage of this weather is not yet cold, the mountain is still a thriving scene, we picked up a simple suit, go to the nearby mountains, camping to go.
Walking hand in hand on the rugged path in the mountains, every time the path is steep and difficult to walk, you will hold me hard, but also a hard to say to me: "Baby, slow down, look at the foot of the stone." I would smile back at you and say, "If I break, you'll carry me on your back." All the way hip-hop, all the way to play and laugh, and holding hands, but has not been loosened, I know, ten fingers interlocked, passing the warmth of the heart, your tenderness penetrate my fingertips, through every nerve vein on the body, slowly reached my heart.
Such a feeling, is so beautiful, can intentionally do not look at the foot of the road, and then intentionally fall down, to see you nervous look. You know what? You are nervous about me when silly, face full of anxiety and panic, mouth stupid, usually full of lingering words of love, even nervous every time is "fall down where, all right." Concerned eyes, cast over is full of care and tenderness. The heart can not help but secretly sneer. Silly, fall a fall, to be so nervous? In fact, your silly look, more warm than the sunshine at this moment, is my favorite flavor.
While walking, while watching, this layer of forested mountains and rivers, although the autumn winds, but this Dan maple as a fire has a special flavor. At this time the maple leaves, like a burning flame, shining in the sunlight eye-catching light, dancing in the autumn wind, cheering, like singing softly, but also like whispering against the ear, and occasionally a piece of the leaves floating down with the wind, of the hovering in the air, light like a beautiful girl in the dance of spinning, but also like reluctant to give up the tree embrace, a touch of love in the show, reluctant to give up in a touch of elegance. Eyes full of autumn, who said since ancient times in autumn sad silence? I say autumn is better than spring. Fiery red maple leaves are signaling the greatness of life, after the spring buds, summer storage, in this golden wind soughing, exudes a strong passion, a piece of flaming red leaves, with the enthusiasm of the poetry of life. There is no cold cicadas bleak on the evening of the Pavilion of sadness, there are no two lines of oblique geese than the long day of despondency, the late autumn scenery times bleak, but there are a few points of mountains and rivers as a picturesque spectacular, maple leaves reflecting the clear sky, the floating clouds to go unintentional, double sleeves full of wind poetic.
A clump of wild chrysanthemums on the mountain exudes a tantalizing fragrance, I can not help but bend down again and again, gently put my face on the golden daisies, close your eyes, deep breath, daisies emit a faint, fragrant flavor, refreshing, penetrate the lungs, fragrance intoxicated people. Enchanted in this charming autumn colors, immersed in the intoxicating fragrance of flowers, almost forgetting the dusty past and those unsatisfactory trivial miscellaneous, which is full of maple red chrysanthemum yellow, not stained with a bit of fireworks. The sunlight sprinkled on the golden daisies, chrysanthemums will bloom a smile, the breeze came, chrysanthemums will sway with the wind, flamboyant in front of me proudly smile chanting.
There are also a few hard-working bees in the collection of pollen, "buzzing" while fluttering, while singing softly, suddenly a bee flew past my eyes: "Ah, help!" I couldn't help but shriek. You nervously took me into your arms and said to the bee that flew away: "If you dare to hurt my wife half a hair, I will burn your nest, so that your whole family will not be able to rest in peace."
I said, "If the bee really stung me into a big flower face, I believe that you are faster than the bee to run miles!"
You smiled and said: "Whether you get old or ugly, I will hold your hand, accompany you thousands of mountains and rivers for home, red dust, all the way with you to enjoy all the spring flowers, autumn and moon, see all the long days of the autumn water, until the ears and temples stained with frost, I will still be for you to write down the love of the world."
I said: "In this life, I can hold hands with you at the end of the world, steering the world, even if a body of frost, a lifetime of wandering, I have no complaints."
You said: "Thank you for the moon old man to complete this world of good fortune, I would like to every morning bells and twilight drums, connected to our old age, so that every season of blossoms and flowers, are colorful our love as the first time I saw."
I said: "In this life with you, the wine to the poem to write Cindy, looking at the window to the moon love dancing, fragrant tea to enjoy the flowers love unrepentant, folding willow blowing flute dance mandarin ducks."
You said: "Walking through the flow of years, your beauty, not the wind and rain, not by the flow of years to leave a mark, even if the land is deserted, the sky is old, our hair white, you are still the most beautiful model in my heart."
I can not help but laugh. You know what? Every time you have you with the day, are the happiest moments in life. Long time, walk through the years of cold and warm, taste the state of affairs of the hot and cold, and in the heart of the long-lasting fragrance is always you give me the intimate warmth, poetry under the moon, flowers in front of the warmth of the romantic, a scene, a scene, in turn, staged in the window, accompanied by you, thinking of you, accompanied by you, in love with you, in front of the moon and flowers, Qingqing me, in the heart of the hearts of the heart of the tightly held, in the heart of the heart of the heart of the heart of the heart of the heart of the heart of the heart of the heart of the heart of the heart of the heart of the heart of the heart of the heart of the heart of the heart of the heart of the heart, not to give up. You love me, like so much, I love you, like you love me so true. It is not that there are no quarrels and quarrels, but after the quarrels and quarrels, each other's tolerance and understanding of the two hearts closer. Plain days, leaving splashes of color, engraved love, put each other in the softest place in the heart.
Maple leaves reflecting frost red, a river sunset thick, the evening sun under the maple leaves stained red mountains and rivers, a river of rosy red flashing the light of the setting sun, the maple leaves on each vein exudes a stream of color, charming flavor, red maple leaves, is exuding vitality, do not care about the temperature has been gradually cooled to the enthusiasm for life, are released, with the unyielding spirit of the seasonal transition challenge! The cold and the heat. At the moment, the red evening sun reflects the red maple leaves, flaming, burning, can not help but marvel at this sunset in late autumn, compared to the spring flowers, no less.
The day is getting late, the night has been through the distant mountain slopes, slowly coming. So, choose a flat land, set up our tent,
The evening wind, the moon on the treetops, this mountain chrysanthemum in the moonlight hazy, if there seems to be no chrysanthemum aroma in the night sky gently wafting, dense maple forest was painted a layer of mysterious color, in the moonlight, the red maple leaves become dark, adding a masterful composure. The wind shakes the branches and leaves, the dance is more than enough, the wind comes to the leaf movement, the wind away from the leaf quiet, with such a tacit understanding, like each other know, appreciate each other, and cherish each other.
You see, the sky that the Milky Way on both sides of the river, looking at each other two stars, at the moment is full of attachment, through the Milky Way to convey the heart, a thousand years, each other will always be the heart of the favorite. The moon is not full, the sea changes, each other's love does not move unchanged, quietly guarded at this end of the Milky Way, once and for all silently 'looking at each other. Spring and fall, each other's shadow in the eyes, pain in the heart, miss each other's heart, broken into millions of pieces, but do not let each other see. Looking at each other's eyes, or so bright, smiling or so bright, four eyes relative to each other, each other can feel the warmth of the bottom of the heart transmission.
You said: "The sea is dry, the love affair in the old age, the heart does not change, this life, only for you a person planted love long."
I said: "The sky is falling, hand in hand, life and death is not separated, this life, only with you a person lingering."
You said: "The world is long, but my love is long, sweet words, sweet but your appearance."
I said: "Life and death, and son to say. I'm not going to be able to do that."
I have always thought that meeting you is the greatest favor of heaven to me, flower blossom, you follow, the tide rises and falls, you are accompanied. Life has you, will become colorful, lengthy attachment as long as time, coiled in the heart, never, never faded at first sight of the stunning.
The night wind has gradually cooled, the maple forest under the moonlight, in the evening wind shadowed dance, swaying around the twisting body, issued a burst of joyful sound, accompanied by the ups and downs of the autumn insects chanting, so beautiful a serenade under the moon. Such an exquisite night, can accompany the lover together, in this wonderful maple forest, live a night away from the world of fireworks, do not talk about the bean shed under the melon frame of the firewood, do not envision tomorrow is the lottery or homeless, just so tightly together, listen to each other's heartbeat sound. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on a new one, and you'll be able to do that.
Part II: Red Maple Leaves
The wind rolled up the maple leaves on the ground, welcoming the autumn yellow sunshine red a little blinding. I stood under the maple tree where we once met, and my heart was torn by the draft order in my hand. Next year's fall, when the maple leaves bloom into a sea again, can I still hold your hand again under this maple tree to watch the leaves fall together?
Smile is the most beautiful part of you, you can always dispel my sadness with your maple-like smile. However, this time, your smile, no longer able to dispel my sadness, but rather make me even less able to ------ that small bridge where you waited for me to come home every time, at the moment became the most beautiful freeze frame. The water under the bridge seems to be more but flows more slowly, so heavy. You once said that this river is the tears of the departed, I also laughed at you too sad, but also said that we will always be together. But now I, finally believe. My tears, long ago into.
The maple forest outside the house, open like a sea. You quietly picked up a piece of yellow maple leaves, back to me "good pity, this year, no way to watch the leaves fall together, but next year at this time, when the red maple leaves again opened into a sea, you must come back to accompany me to watch the leaves fall together Oh! You turned around, still smiling, "Promise me you won't let this maple leaf turn red again, okay?" The maple leaf in your hand is pinpointed with the wind, just like my heart at this moment, constantly struggling, constantly throbbing pain, but can not shed a tear. I don't want to let down your smile, just because I love you.
The last night. I sat quietly in front of your bed. Why do you show such a sad expression, why shout my name such pain. Do you know? Such you make my heart so painful. I gently wiped away the tears on your face, but in my heart there was another scar. I'm sorry, after tonight I'm going on a journey, forgive me for not telling you. I don't want to cry in front of you, moreover I don't want to see you cry for me. My dear, in your dreams, can you smile at me?
It's the last battle, the last time I think of you. A large enemy army surrounded our small team of only two hundred people. Perhaps, there is really no way to accompany you anymore. Autumn winds swept over the wretched battlefield. The appointed day is coming soon, isn't it, my dear? Are you still waiting for me on that bridge? I've released that maple leaf into the wind, don't worry, he won't be dyed red with my blood.
I held on to my last shred of hope, struggling to break out of the thick of it, the sword image at my side wrapping around me like a viper. I'm sorry, I'm always so stupid, so stupid that when that sword pierced my chest I felt the pain of penetrating despair. My vision gradually blurred, that yellow maple leaf flew to me again with my last, last thoughts, I'm really sorry, that yellow maple leaf was still dyed red. My last promise, but also broken.
Originally did not want to cry, but your smile appeared in front of the eyes again, so fuzzy, I want to see your smile clearly again, but ------ closed his eyes before the tears still flowed down, fell on that piece of maple leaf, and blood condensed into my thoughts. But, darling, I'm sorry! Our agreement I have no way to realize.
When the red maple leaves bloom into a sea again, I will come back, just can't hold your hand again.
Part III: Beautiful Red Maple Leaves
The school where I work is a simple and not so simple mountain village school, the school's three teachers were guarding three classes, each class of language, math, music, physical education, literature and so on the curriculum is a person alone to undertake, due to the residents of the reasons for the relocation of the student population here in the yearly decline, now the whole school three classes. Due to the relocation of residents and other reasons, the student population here is decreasing year by year, and now there are only 35 students in the three classes of the whole school, with an average of only eleven or twelve students in each class. The other two of the three teachers are close to their homes, so they can go home every day after school, and I'm the only one who lives in the school.
Midday chat with colleagues also said: Loneliness can actually slowly get used to, such as in the night open MP3 listen to a little music, read a book, engage in a little writing time is able to quickly mix the past. The most afraid of the living conditions here is very inconvenient, especially the water is very inconvenient, there is no running water, eating water, water all rely on their own to the school below three or four hundred meters away from a dragon hole to pick. In this way, I usually water on the water seems to be very economical, cooking water, washing water, washing water, gargling water can not be wasted, bathing and washing hair has become a luxury thing, one is here in the winter there is no special bath room, and the ventilation of this tiled room is relatively cold, and the second is that this water is also very scarce.
Late fall has passed, winter, the weather has become cold, another colleague did not go home after school today, and our dormitory and no fire, it seems cold and quiet, so I proposed to us why not go to the school around the mountain road to go around, the activities may reduce some of the cold. Colleagues agreed with my suggestion, we strolled along the path, while talking about the familiar scenery, although the cold is getting thick, the leaves on the hillside withered, always give a feeling of depression, but this will occasionally flash a few red maple leaves dazzling eyeballs. Those children who returned from school, in our eyes, in the sunset on the trail sprinkled with a piece of joyful laughter faded away.
The furthest away from the school are the two sisters, Xiaoqing and Xiaohong, of the Mou surname. The road from the school to their home has to turn a corner, over a beam, and after turning the beam there is still a corner to turn. Xiaoqing is in first grade at our school, while the younger Xiao Hong is in preschool, and every day they come and go along the path without moving from one to the other. When our two teachers climbed the beam, the sisters were walking in the bend of the hill closest to their home, the two little red dots leaping happily in the bend, and their clear, tender voice came from the bend: "We walk on the big road, with high spirits and high morale." This is the red song I taught them this afternoon, "We walk on the big road".
When I look back, the sparse red maple leaves in the mountains are beautiful!
Article 4: When the maple leaves are red again, you didn't come back
In the deep depth of the heart, there is a place I don't have the courage to touch:
In the quiet corner of the former site, there is a piece of memory that I don't have the courage to recall;
On the edge of the spacious avenue, there is a kind of beauty that I don't have the courage to view.
For the positive identity, I sat on the car again. Looking at the people running up and down, I suddenly wanted to laugh, why did not I find a group of such lovely people before? There is a kind of inexplicable feeling of things are not the same in the heart, so that they put themselves in the situation of outsiders, full of pride to watch all this mediocrity. As if they have been extraordinary, but this is not a return home ah, the heart of the bitter and timid only know themselves, probably the only smile can cover some of the sudden.
I avoided the thin crowd, walking in the deepest edge, suddenly realized that this is not the maple leaf? The first thing that comes to mind is a poem that says, "I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to get through this, but I'm sure I'm going to be able to get through this, and I'm going to be able to get through this. However, I only cared about the word "red", and the maple leaves were indeed redder than the flowers. The original Du Mu senior this did not use hyperbole, I have been also wrong to blame him for pretending to be B. In my heart, I apologize to him, because even if it is said out he can not hear.
Picked up a as if overflowing blood of chicken claw-like maple leaves, the heart of the frustration: had a long time in that lump life, the same leaf I have seen, but have not appreciated. At once there is a kind of time rushing, fleeting feeling, I really miss how many beautiful things ah? At this time, I suddenly touched the heart of the forbidden area; recalled the dusty past. I still vaguely remember that I once ran through the thick white snow on this road to buy a true heart. At that time, the maple leaves should also be red, but was wrapped in drifting snow.
Inadvertently, the heart rang a song lyrics: "When the maple leaves are red again, you will come back". Now, the maple leaves red again, you did not come back. The first time I saw the movie, it was a great idea to have a movie. I did not expect people to flow to the sea will not return, could it be that you are a fairy, also "heavenly"? But randomly for their own this absurd idea feel ridiculous, that is not a tarnish the beautiful image of the nymphs? It was a sin! Amitabha Buddha, I hope the fairy sister do not blame, I face the wall to think also.
The car parked in the avenue that has a beautiful name - Maple Avenue, I got out of the car. Once always felt that this road has its name, but not actually, after all, has not been in-depth, have not counted on the name of the deep meaning. But that may just be for the lazy me produced a hasty comment, the heart of the understanding of the person may be a lot of people.
Article 5: Red Maple Leaves
This is an early fall season, although the season into the fall, because of the clear sky, because of the landscape of the bright, the valley is still sustained summer warm.
The tree in front of the stone is a little more wet, the footprints of the tourists overlap, I passed by the time, is gathering a cluster of tourists and trees and stone photo, marveling at the tree's tenacity of the stone's benevolence. A few years ago, I had embraced with my wife, the thousand-year-old vine, this time still green branches and leaves, climbing on the wall of rock, looks like it is determined to summit the peak. There are still swaying in the wind Chuan Gui dark green leaves, stone rock Tsui under the Buddha solemn and dignified, holding a duster. The Bodhisattva holding a vase sprinkles holy water to help all sentient beings. The roadside bushes a shake, look up, a few chickens in the foraging, there are two even came to the stone road to play, completely did not put the passers-by in the eyes of the little thing!
Walking in the forest path, strolling along the direction of the extension of the creek, unknowingly to the foot of Shiyanzhai, I have the desire to climb the peak. Along the north slope of the narrow path up, difficult trekking, appreciate the high cliffs and steep walls of the thrill, in the South Heavenly Gate side of the shade of the trees for a short while, continue to climb, in front of the True Master of God worship, until the top of the Jade Emperor. Raise your eyes and look into the distance, Chu sky open, Yu water charming. Oh, the East Ridge of the red is so dazzling, which is what kind of flower god there to show style?
Moving along the steep mountain road to the East Ridge, do not care about the thorns and thistles, forget the road rugged and dangerous, rather than walking on the road is not as good as in the pioneering. This is a rare place, it is the energy to find out what is going on that leads me forward.
Oh, it's a maple tree, with a five-pointed leaf, roots deep in the cracks, gnarled branches, and lush, reddish leaves. There are several trees around the same tree, only this plant brightly colored leaves, is the wheel of the year so that she is too sensitive to the season, or born on the peak overlooking all the things that are unique to lead the fashion? This red reflects the valley. Viewing, the heart has long been flying to the hometown into the childhood ......
In front of the door of the hillside miscellaneous bamboo holly pine sandalwood, and called the name of the tree together with the luxuriant, every fall harvest season, round oval strip of different forms of red leaves reflecting the hillside. Mountain chrysanthemums are also open in the mountains, fragrant, the breeze blows, the leaves rustling down a piece. The basket full of ears of Pods carries the joy of the family. In the joy of sowing new seeds. When the wheat germination has long been withered leaves, only the holly pines and cypresses and bamboos are still verdant. This sparse vitality makes life a little sad. Often the red leaves are followed by a full of depression. How can a basket of grain support the family's food for a few months, you have to dig up wild vegetables to beat the mountain fruit to satisfy hunger. Since then I am tired of the fall, although it contains a harvest and joy, bring me the bleakness is a whole season ah!
Today, I saw a touch of red is actually maple leaves, angular, without the pathos of fading, full of exuberant vitality. What's more, the mountain chrysanthemum has been budding. I admire the mountain chrysanthemum flower firm branches, I praised the mountain chrysanthemum flower in the loneliness of the handsome elegance and purity without fanfare. She can with the red maple leaves together with the beautiful Jinshi Gorge, the canyon added a few points of taste.
The gurgling stream has maple trees swaying everywhere, the candle peak hump flagpole peak has maple shadows swaying, perhaps this moment is pregnant with a mountain of brightly colored ......
SLEEPING thousands of years of people do not know, once awakened to the world's name. This piece of child newly reclaimed virgin land, lifted up the veil of mystery, open wide bosom to accept the four sides of the guests.
The red color indicates auspiciousness. The canyon view, not only harvested the joy, but also sowed hope.
In the past, I was always in a bright state of mind in the spring verdant and vigorous summer to Jinshi Gorge, that full of green, verdant. Wildflowers and fine willows, in the valley bloomed as if intoxicated. Shrubs are overgrown with branches and leaves. Under the feet of the gurgling water, overhead a line of the sky. This fantastic beauty is y planted in the heart, so that people have a few more ties. This touch of red leaves eliminates years of misunderstanding of the fall.
I stood quietly in front of this upright red maple tree, imagining that the future of autumn will be the scenery brilliant ......