Appreciation of essays about fallen leaves: Walking alone, with fallen leaves all over the ground
"Why are you walking with your head down?"
"I am looking at the fallen leaves. ”
“Why do you keep your head down where there are no fallen leaves?”
“Because there was a beautiful film here”
——Inscription.
To this day, no one can count the number of fallen leaves on the road we have walked. As I walk, I am moving forward. I can step on the fallen leaves, but I cannot remember every leaf. Some special leaves leave a small shadow in my heart. When I wander around this place again, maybe I can still see it. Even if it is no longer there, I will not be sad. I don't care if you stand still, the fallen leaves will disappear. Why linger in this place for this shadow? I still have to hit the road.
There is always a past. If you have memories, there will be a smile as the leaves fall.
Fallen leaves are soaked in the past. Once upon a time, an eternal topic, how many people still continue to stage the story of these two words. In fact, it is really just like an ordinary leaf. It grows and grows slowly from birth. It has the most luxuriant period, and then gradually withers and begins to wither, until it floats to the land, ravines, ponds, and if you are unlucky, it will be on cement or asphalt. On the road, he ended up spending the rest of his life in a garbage disposal plant. Those who were lucky enough to land on the land began to continue the value of their lives in another way. In fact, aren’t those past events the same?
Some of the things that I can’t remember are the leaves on cement or asphalt roads, while some of the things that can add a little fun or a warning to today’s life are the leaves on the land. Obviously it used to be a fun thing, what matters is your mindset.
Are you still stagnating for someone, something, or a feeling? Maybe you have your own understanding, but I have my own way of moving forward. Although it seems a bit cowardly for me to fight a battle that cannot win time, I don’t have to worry about being stabbed to death at any time every day and every night, nor will I be blinded by beautiful pictures and end up with a fatal shot. I'm not worried about whether you will stay. Time is long, and I should not end it meaninglessly. Among the crowd, I will not live except for you. Many people dream of winning this illusory battle in their beautiful youth, but they don’t think about the price they have paid, and whether they will win in the end? I think most of them were stabbed to death on the way, thinking they were honorable sacrifices.
I remember there were so many fallen leaves that I really can’t count them, but I will remember some of them were incomplete, beautiful, big or small. The reason why I remember it is because of the specialness of that fallen leaf and the unusual feeling it left me. What it looked like at the beginning may have been blurred in my memory, but it left behind what I want today, and that is enough.
After time passes in an instant, many things will remain in the past forever. Do you have time to sigh and find it difficult to accept the lack of peace? But it is not necessary. There are also people who are sad because of fallen leaves, and there are not a few, but at least this is a tangible sustenance. In the past, what was it floating in the stories you didn't want to believe?
I will not wander or toss and turn in piles of fallen leaves. I hope to pick a leaf that fell on the black soil and tell you a story, soft and long. Maybe one day, you and I will wither from the green tree of each other's lives and become an insignificant fallen leaf. No matter where it falls, at that time I don’t want anyone to try to pick up this fallen leaf and soak it with tears. I hope you can tell an interesting story to the people around you when you pick it up. In that case, I don’t have anything. If it falls on the cement or asphalt road, it can be regarded as no longer having to live in the garbage treatment plant. It can also be regarded as a shot fired in the war of time.
There will be more fallen leaves in the future, and how will you deal with them?
Appreciation of prose about fallen leaves Part 2: The beauty of fallen leaves
Autumn comes with several winds and rains, withered and yellow trees soaked in the vicissitudes of the season, and many fallen leaves drifting, interpreting the desolation of the joys and sorrows of the world. , walking alone on the road with colorful fallen leaves, listening to the crackling sound under my feet, thinking of many past events or old friends, just like fallen leaves, disappearing with the autumn wind in life, a faint sadness passes through my heart.
Suddenly looking back at the desolate place, loneliness struck, and pieces of golden, green, and fiery red fallen leaves were floating in front of my eyes...
——Inscription
The autumn wind suddenly picked up, The fragrance of melons and fruits and the joy of harvesting fruit cannot cover up the bleakness of autumn. The trees beside the road are quietly turning yellow, showing a mixed color of yellow, green, red and yellow, losing their summer glory, with a little sad tone and a premonition of crumbling. At this time of year, with green and withered yellow, richness and desolation, hope and reminiscence, no one can resist the magic of the autumn wind. The glory of life is not eternal, and withering is an insurmountable process. Human beings always seem powerless in the face of the mysterious nature.
As autumn gets stronger, the sun is no longer hot and unrestrained. As the autumn wind blows, the autumn trees become more and more withered and yellow. The most eye-catching thing in the field of vision is the old ginkgo tree beside the ancient road. Like an old man who is dying and about to pass away, he still leaves nutrients with a loving heart to nourish and care for his fruits. The leaves of the tree are full of flowers. It's so yellow that it shines brightly, as if all the yellows in the autumn base color have been gathered there, and the golden color is brilliant all over the world. Such an extraordinary golden color, with a solemn and peaceful demeanor, not only has the richness and splendor of spring and autumn, but also has the maturity and wisdom of the autumn of life. It is really hard to tell whether it is a glorious show off or a withered sadness? Perhaps, without such embellishments, early autumn would be boring.
Suddenly, the breeze blows through the ginkgo tree crown, and the leaves fall one after another, and there will be a golden leaf rain. The beautiful butterfly-shaped leaves rotate leisurely with the wind, reluctant to say goodbye and continue life. of ontology. Let the branches tremble and howl in grief, the fallen leaves never return to the branches, leaving only a handful of care: the cold branches that once sprouted green in the spring breeze, have been ravaged by violent storms and scorched by the scorching sun, and have become The branches are so majestic in the sky that they are not afraid of frost and snow, so they are relieved; the white, chubby apricots write the joy of harvest on the faces of the fruit farmers, and are about to be on the dining tables of thousands of households, and they are also happy.
It looked down affectionately at the tree roots that are deeply rooted in the earth. Thanks to the intricate root system, it continuously absorbs nutrients from the soil and fully meets the needs of flourishing branches and leaves. It once covered the sky and the earth... I feel that I have lived through this "autumn of grass and trees" in vain. I look up to the sky with no worries, bow to the ground with no complaints or regrets, and face my conscience with no regrets. The short-term glory comes to an abrupt end, and the final destination of life is to return to the roots.
The setting sun in the sky is falling bit by bit from the horizon, burning itself to its heart's content, spraying out blood-red sunset glow, making the dusk as quiet as night and as beautiful as morning. The fallen leaves used up their last energy, circled around and said goodbye to the familiar pedestrians, and quietly fell to the earth with the nostalgia of family and friendship. Perhaps, a fallen leaf reflects a life story, or a beautiful relationship...
The autumn wind is ruthless, but the fallen leaves are sentimental. The trees dance in the autumn wind with different postures and colorful colors, which are beautiful to the eyes of passers-by. The magnolia tree outside the pavilion is different from the ginkgo tree. It seems that it still retains its former lushness and stubbornly cherishes the green color of life. The canopy-like shade of the trees and the dense and shiny green leaves always reveal vitality and vitality, and they are a flourishing atmosphere; the green branches and leaves hide the natural and simple beauty, silently nourishing the pure and pure jade. The flower soul, fragrant and elegant like orchids, tender and graceful, once bloomed brilliantly in late spring and early summer, and was deeply loved by people. It is regarded as the angel of love, often symbolizing loyal love or everlasting friendship. symbol.
A tree is evergreen, a tree is a poem, a flower is fragrant and a feeling is expressed, just as the ancient poem goes, "Sentimental love does not change every year, and the love will last forever to you." The green leaves of that tree welcome the morning light in the morning and send off the sunset glow in the evening, witnessing pairs of red men and green women making love to each other, in front of flowers and under the moon. How many springs and autumns have come, flowers bloom and fall in dreams, who knows in the world...
Among the bustling pedestrians, you may have been amazed by the beauty of the magnolia flowers, or you may have rested in the shade of the lush trees. However, little did you know that "the west wind withered the green trees last night" and "the evening rain sprinkled the river sky." "Suddenly, it stretched out its invisible devil's palm towards the magnolia tree, and without distinguishing between green, red and white, it forcibly pulled some leaves off the branches, suddenly changing the fate of the green leaf companions. Yesterday, they were still clinging to each other on the branches, shielding each other from wind and rain, touching each other closely on the leaves, asking each other's welfare, and their love for each other has never been separated; today, they have been tossed around by the bad luck in the autumn of life.
The leaves on the branches are helpless, and the heart is bleeding. The fallen leaves lie desolately in the mud, looking up at the branches of life, so close yet separated by yin and yang.
It wants to float with the help of wind, fly up high branches, imitate the story of Butterfly Lovers, fly together and wander in the sky. However, as soon as the boat-shaped body left the ground, it fell to the watery ground again, like a small boat washed away by the rain. Although their love is not as vigorous as Butterfly Lovers, they still love sincerely. They are still in love with the past, and they meet with their companions. "Your heart is like my heart, your thoughts are thick, and your heart is the same." The spring breeze caressed the branches again the next year. The leading edge...
"Where does sorrow come from, it is autumn when it leaves people's hearts." Taking lonely steps, walking in the wind and rain, occasionally fallen leaves fly by in front of my eyes, and when I raise my face, there are ghost-like fallen leaves brushing my forehead, but it is like the old people rubbing their temples together, and umbrellas walking side by side in the wind and rain, fluttering The hair is generally silky and gentle. Turning around and looking back, the brief encounter was just a dream in the past. I always feel that many times, people are not as lucky as leaves. Whether they are withered yellow or green leaves that have fallen, new green leaves can sprout in spring, but life is impermanent. The sweetheart who once held hands for a journey knows each other, loves each other, They are in harmony with each other, but it is difficult to stay together and grow old together as they wish. Once they pass away, it is difficult to find a close friend, and it is difficult to find a confidant, and there is no pure love.
From now on, Geng Na can travel alone in the world, separated by shadow, who will be with him for the rest of his life? On the worldly road, passers-by are in a hurry. Some people pass by and leave without waving their hands; some feelings are cooled by the wind; some love is dispersed by the rain. How much sadness can be expressed to whom? Only the love for Yi Ren is not over, but it is like a green branch. How many thoughts are still hanging on the branch? Although "the wind and rain are as dark as a rock at dusk", the magnolia trees by the roadside still raise their tall branches, graceful yet strong, as beautiful as the green pines and green cypresses. They watch the passers-by go through the heavy wind and rain all the way. Seeing the thick frost and red maples, I was shocked to realize that it was late autumn.
Walking into the cold autumn with colorful fallen leaves, carrying an empty suitcase, the geese frightened and heartbreaking calls I heard along the way have gradually faded away, and the sky suddenly opened up. The blue sky is as clear as a wash, and a few white clouds are drifting leisurely, and the clouds are rolling; under the blue sky and white clouds, the thin trees finally see the long-lost autumn sun, stretching out their sparse branches and leaves to touch the sunshine, only they know the cold and warmth, calmly and naturally Hide all the sorrows and joys in the desolation of autumn, and show their splendor at the end of the season.
The frost maples on the roadside not only follow the laws of nature and stimulate the potential of life, but also become more and more red due to Linghan Aoshuang, releasing the last beauty. It can be said that the maple light is infinite. The red sky and earth are as gorgeous as flowers and clouds, so beautiful that they are reserved, "frost leaves are as red as February flowers"; so beautiful that they are profound, containing the accumulation of life, the power of faith and the inner beauty of persistently pursuing the ultimate dream; it is also beautiful It was warm, passionate like fire, burning in the desolate withered yellow, red like a ball of fire, a cold wind blew by, and the blazing flames beat more brightly and dazzlingly, making people feel warm and uplifting, and igniting the passion in their hearts. , dancing in the autumn wind to the rhythm of autumn.
When people are on a journey, their footsteps are hurried, and the boundless fallen trees that catch their eyes are like an imaginary vastness, a glimpse of a falcon, flashing with a touch of radiance, and walking along the way on the layers of fallen leaves. Listening to the crackling sound under our feet, we seem to be aware that the fallen leaves are transforming, using their remains to pave a road to nirvana and rebirth. They will turn into weeping phoenixes and fly across the cold winter. Let us see new green trees swaying on the road ahead. Branches in spring.
Appreciation of essays about fallen leaves Chapter 3: Fallen leaves in late autumn
The cold air blew in the early morning of late autumn, and the mist gradually filled the entire small village. Walking on the path in the forest, the leaves turn yellow on the treetops, and there is a clear contrast between the yellow leaves and the green leaves. There is no sound in the mist in the early morning, and the mist drops drop by drop from the leaves. It fell and wet the ground. During this solar term, the leaves are the most beautiful scenery in late autumn, like a fiery red cloud, especially enchanting in the mountains. No matter its leaves are like torches or what kind of majestic appearance it has, its bloodline is like that...that way. dazzling. A breeze blows, and the leaves float slowly downward one after another, flying like colorful butterflies and falling into the same yellowing grass.
On the treetops, the last few leaves are about to fall. These stubborn leaves seem to want to seize the last afterglow of the setting sun in late autumn and retain the trace of warmth that has not yet dissipated. But no matter how stubborn you are, the layers of green that symbolize life have disappeared, and the yellow leaves fall with the breeze. Are they flying and spinning to commemorate the reluctance to leave, or are they rejoicing in finding the destination of life?
Is the departure of the leaves the pursuit of the wind or the abandonment of the tree? Just like this, their withered bodies were swinging in the bleak autumn wind, falling silently. It was not clear where the wind would take them? Walking on the path, occasionally a leaf falls on my shoulder, its yellow body, like a tired butterfly, looking for a flower bush to rest on. Gently hold it in the palm of your hand, watch it carefully, and listen quietly to the story it wants to tell me...
Inadvertently, it started to rain lightly, thinly, densely, and unlike any other. The downpour in summer is hot and rapid; it is not like the soft drizzle in spring, which is gentle and gentle. It just rained quietly like this, with a slight west wind and mist, showing a touch of desolation and indifference. It seemed that there was a little sadness and resentment, but there was nowhere to talk. I stared quietly, stretched out my hand, raindrops fell on my palm, and a trace of coldness spread along my limbs. I have opened my heart, are you willing to talk to me...
The weather in late autumn is suddenly cloudy and sunny, The weather is ever-changing. As the last few drops of drizzle fall, the sun comes out. Through the thin clouds, the sunshine is a bit dazzling. The autumn wind is so gentle that it is a bit exaggerated. Even the gesture of brushing the leaves is so gentle. The swaying leaves are so late. It refuses to give in; deep in the forest, the wood colors are mixed and varied, but the banyan tree is still so lush, in its eyes, it seems that there is no autumn at all; the miscellaneous trees and watermelons cannot withstand the test. Looking from a distance, except for the top Except for some broken green, the rest are very close to the day when the fallen leaves return to the soil... From time to time, the breeze gently picks off the knots, and the leaves smile witheredly, slowly dancing in the gaps in the forest in an elegant posture, and then completed During a simple parachute landing process, a few rays of sunlight seemed to be shattered in an instant, and they shook for a few times, and then they were as gentle as before. Fallen leaves are born dancers, flying gracefully in the wind at will, like fairies from the Nine Heavens landing on the earth, stepping on the notes played by the autumn wind for them, swaying lightly, so calmly, without any lingering sadness about the past and present lives.
In this situation, I suddenly remembered the poems of Indian poet Rabindranath Tagore: "The career of fruits is noble, the career of flowers is sweet, but let us do the career of leaves! Leaves are humble Sincerely hanging on the green shade. "Yes, Ye's career is noble, it does not know how to ask, it only knows how to contribute throughout its life. In spring, it slowly stretches out from the branches of the trees and begins its childhood of light yellow and tender green. From then on, it contributes nutrients to its mother and beautiful scenery to people. Summer has entered its adult stage. At this time, it faces the scorching sun and heavy rain, without fear like a hero. It humbly and sincerely hangs the green shade for people, fulfilling its duty as a "green factory". Until late autumn, when it has entered its old age and feels that its mission has been completed, it automatically steps down and floats to the ground.
Look at the fallen leaves on the ground. They are gathered among the trees, close to the same humble roots that have completed a great cause with them, ready to turn into spring mud and make sacrifices again. This is fallen leaves. The transformed late autumn scene.
Shen Qiu is a gardener who cuts out the complex and simplifies it, taking off his costumes to reveal his muscles and edges; Shen Qiu is a silent luthier who only uses his expressions to speak and his breathing to describe, and what he plays is a piece of music. The song is cool and melodious music; Late Autumn is a master practicing in the mountains, bidding farewell to the noise and bustling, writing rows of poems wholeheartedly; Late Autumn is a flirting magician, doing something in inaction, making you intoxicated inadvertently. I followed her rhythm and babbled crazily all the time...
At dusk, I stood in a corner of the field, looking at the red sunset in the western sky from a distance, quietly imagining that I was a runaway horse. The wild horses ride on the autumn wind and run selflessly in the vast wilderness, running... All the feelings and sincerity since the beginning of autumn are released without reservation in this season. Whether it is charming or sad, thousands of words cannot express it. Use the word "Autumn". Time passes slowly, and now it is frost, the last solar term of autumn, so autumn has begun to drift away.
Those once charming flowers have faded their former colors and become scars all over the ground. The autumn wind intermittently penetrates my body with chill, lifting my hair and dancing with the fallen leaves in the breeze. All the agility of the countryside has lost its charm. , no more fragrance. Listening carefully, it seems that in the valley not far away, winter is slowly approaching with neat steps. Yes, this is the late autumn twilight, the light early winter, with a slight chill.
Gradually the mountains disappeared and the small village was submerged in darkness. Should I look for my own peace and my own life? But I don’t know who makes the floating leaves cover the ground with yellow grass, making the sky and the earth look the same? I wonder if the familiar river is still flowing, and what are the fish in the water doing? I wonder if the forest is still singing, and if the birds in the forest have returned to their nests? I don't know where I should go, where will this lonely heart land?
"The flowers are similar every year, but the people are different every year." As spring passes and autumn comes, the days remain calm, but the faces of people are getting older. The past and the future, birth and disappearance, are actually a wandering journey. This may be due to experience, and this is the only way to interpret it. There is nothing more appropriate or more reassuring than this. Just like the fallen leaves in late autumn, they will eventually be unable to escape the fate of returning to their roots. It is better to drift freely in the wind. I can't resist aging in appearance, but it may make you younger in mind. Those bitter and anxious scenery are already behind you. After thinking hard, looking back, I began to laugh at my naivety and the lost trueness. If it doesn’t belong to me, just treat it all as a dream! So there is a kind of youth after old age, and a trace of relaxation after peeling off. Although I dare not hope that there will be blooming flowers on the road ahead, I believe that the future is destined to be bright and bright.
Yes, late autumn never has the splendor of spring or the heat of summer. It just indicates that the cold winter is coming. No matter how much you love everything about spring, summer and early autumn, you still have to face it. The drifting of late autumn, the cold frost and snow of winter...