The Great Wall in the sky is famous for its fiery maple leaves. They are rooted in cracks in rocks, and they are powerful. They spread inside and outside the Great Wall like wildfire, dyeing the Great Wall red and the bleak autumn colors red. Different from the thick green meaning of ordinary plants, maple trees are dazzling when they are green, and endless when they are red.
You see, the maple leaves are flaming red, glowing red and bright red, dancing assiduously in the autumn wind, laughing assiduously in the sunset, and showing their female talents assiduously in people's praise. Looking at the fiery maple, I can't help but think of the poem of Du Mu, a poet in the Tang Dynasty: "Frost leaves are red in February flowers."
4. On the street, in the park, by the stream, in the front yard and backyard, there are rows of maple trees, piece by piece, row by row. There are red maple leaves, yellow maple leaves, green maple leaves and purple maple leaves. Under the maple tree, there are gray villas, blue grass and beautiful flowers. You can't even paint the scenery.
I walked into the maple tree and saw red and yellow maple leaves all over the floor. I picked up a piece of red maple, smaller than my palm, but thick and red as fire. The maple leaf is shaped like a palm, and each finger has a vein, which is straight and a little prominent. Just like the lines on our hands.
In June and October, maple leaves are the most beautiful. Maple leaves are red, soaked mountains are red, and the layers of forests are all dyed; The evening breeze blows gently, close your eyes, and your mind is full of poetry and picturesque scenery. The moon has set, crows are still crowing, and the curtains are hazy and frosty. Zhang Ji stayed in Qiao Feng at night, sighing alone at the maple trees on the river and the fishing fires on the boat, tossing and turning.