1 It's another autumn. The leaves bid farewell to the mother tree and fell in succession, as if waving to me frequently. It's a good time to collect the leaves!
In the evening, the sky is full of sunset glow. I happily carried a plastic bag and went to the playground to pick up fallen leaves. There are many leaves on the playground, layered on top of each other. The leaves on the ground glowed with golden light, which dazzled me. I picked it up happily. An autumn wind blew, followed by a "leaf rain". The leaves danced and fell from the sky, and some fell naughtily on my head, putting on a little green hat for me.
I shook off teacher Qiu's gift in the open space and enjoyed it with relish. Suddenly, I found a red maple leaf, a small leaf. It is like a burning flame, so dazzling red, so delicate red, so intoxicating red. Who knocked over Miss Qiu's paint? Which fairy lost her rouge? Perhaps, it is very common; Perhaps, it is very haggard; Don't even laugh. However, it is so small, so beautiful and so tenacious. I carefully put it in a book and collected it. A fan-shaped leaf floated to my feet and lay quietly in the embrace of the earth, just like an ancient work of art, which reminded me of a sentence: "Falling red is not a heartless thing, but turning into spring mud will protect flowers."
I stood up and continued to pick it up in this colorful autumn. ......
Today, I accidentally picked up a fallen leaf and took it home.
I put it on the table and watched it rise and fall motionless. Its color is brown, with a faint turquoise edge! Its taste is sometimes fragrant and sometimes with the taste of nature.
Fallen leaves are selfless, and I appreciate their persistence. Deciduous leaves would rather fall by themselves in order to replenish oxygen to the mother tree.
Fallen leaves lie quietly under the tree, fluttering in the wind. It flies in all directions, to the endless sea, to the endless desert. ...
Some people like to use fallen leaves as specimens. Some people like to use it as bookmarks. I wonder if it will run from one page to another? I really don't know if the words in the book will be adapted into new articles. But I don't think so. I will put it in a photo frame and let it add a lot of fragrance to my home. ...
The fallen leaves remind me that Miss Autumn is coming at a light pace, and I want to enjoy the cool season brought by Miss Autumn. ...
Summer has passed, and Mother Qiu is busy putting a golden coat on the tree. Looking up, it is like a vast ocean of gold. When the autumn wind swept away, leaves fell one after another, and some danced like butterflies; Some fly as lightly as orioles; Others spin like dancers. The ground is covered with fallen leaves, like a golden carpet.
Fallen leaves are floating around on the ground. The swallow saw it and said, "The fallen leaves helped me a lot. It told me that it was late autumn and told me to go to the south for the winter. "
Fallen leaves are floating in the yard. When the duckling saw it, he hurried over, holding the fallen leaves in his hand, looking left and right, and finally buckled it on his head. The duckling said, "I finally have a new hat." It turns out that the duckling used the fallen leaves as a hat.
Fallen leaves are floating around in the river. The little ant once wanted to play with his friends, but a small river blocked his way. The little ant is very anxious, but when it sees the fallen leaves, it is very happy. It took the fallen leaves as a boat and left, saying, "It's good to take a boat."
Not only fallen leaves, but everything has a strong vitality, such as a poem: wildfire never completely devours them, and they are tall again in the spring breeze. You burn the grass with fire, but in spring, the grass will grow actively and start a new life.
Leaves turn yellow and fall in autumn, and buds appear in spring, and life is spent in repeated cycles. But we humans have only one vitality, so we should cherish life more.
Miss Qiu touched the fields, flew over the treetops and traveled to every corner of the earth-autumn came. Autumn is the season of harvest, and it is also the season of everything dying. Pieces of golden leaves are falling and fluttering gently with the wind, but have you found that the fallen leaves have brought beauty to the world?
Fallen leaves fall from trees, like butterflies dancing in the forest, like boats rippling in the lake. No matter where it falls, it will decorate an autumn picture with a golden flower. The fallen leaves are really beautiful.
On the way in autumn, piles of fallen leaves swept up by cleaners are an indispensable scenery. They are like the roadside where hills stand, as if greeting people and vehicles coming and going. Its existence makes the gray road more colorful than before, and the fallen leaves are really beautiful.
I picked up a fallen leaf, a yellow surface and a crisp petiole, which are the traces of years' erosion. It seems to be telling the story of the years. Although it has come to the end of its life, I can still feel its tenacious spirit and selfless dedication. Every leaf has youth, but they don't want to express themselves. With their own colors, the world becomes more colorful. Now, at the end of life, just like "falling red is not a heartless thing, turning into spring mud protects flowers more", it is the affection of fallen leaves for roots.
I chose the yellowest fallen leaf as a bookmark, so that every time I see it, I will think of last night and this morning, and I will admire that the fallen leaves are also beautiful.
Fallen leaves represent the arrival of autumn. Red maple leaves and golden ginkgo leaves are the best things in autumn. Their beauty is everywhere.
First, incomplete beauty
Everyone has shortcomings and advantages, just like fallen leaves. Leaves, too, are not perfect, but they are special because they are incomplete.
They ran out of their mother's arms. Because they are naughty, they have cracks on their bodies. And these cracks happen to be memories after the storm, with good memories and painful memories. Every memory is an indispensable story in life.
Second, falling beauty
Every "child" of the leaves is trying to escape from the "mother" of the tree. When they fly down, they dance like a child who just learned to dance, swinging from side to side, bumping wildly and listening to beautiful music.
And the leaves are very personal when they fly down! In order to play with the little squirrel, my foot slipped, fell and turned around!
Third, the beauty of silence.
And the fallen leaves are as quiet as people. It never complains, never condemns, just sits on the ground silently, humming and enjoying the beauty of autumn.
This is the beauty of fallen leaves in my eyes. There are countless kinds of beauty. No matter how I describe it, I can't say it all.
Whenever the earth is golden, every place is filled with the joy of harvest. However, who can think of the feeling of falling leaves? When I went to Qiu Lai in spring, the fallen leaves gave all their lives in two seasons. Autumn, quietly quit the stage.
Golden Sydney, red apples, purple grapes ... all kinds of fruits show their unique charm and vitality on this wonderful autumn stage, so that the harvest people can taste sweet flesh and sweet juice, which makes people remember it vividly. In this autumn, people feel the joy of harvest. How happy all this is! But at this time, the fallen leaves, which have been unknown, quietly withdrew from this dynamic stage.
Slowly, slowly fall on the golden land until they rot and die. Provide oxygen and nutrients for trees and fruits before defoliation; After death, people should still provide nutrition for trees and fruits. Sure enough, Gong Zizhen's sentence was verified: "Falling red is not a heartless thing, but turning into spring mud protects flowers more."
When the autumn wind blows, they are like golden angels. Pick up a fallen leaf and look carefully, and you will find that the lines are so symmetrical and clear. Just like the wings of a golden angel, people can't help but care and hold them in their hands.
Everyone longs for a wonderful stage, but the undertaker behind the scenes is more important. Leaves, you tell me quietly.
In autumn, the most common thing is falling leaves. "Stop and sit in the maple forest late, the frost leaves are redder than the February flowers." Autumn has come, and the fallen leaves have fallen from the trees, like naughty children playing on the slide.
Some of the fallen leaves are sharp, some are thin, some are round, and some are grotesque, like a little girl in a beautiful skirt, which makes people linger. Some fallen leaves are red, which are maple leaves; Some fallen leaves are golden yellow, that is, ginkgo leaves. The cold wind blows, yellow leaves fly all over the sky, and a thick blanket is spread on the ground, but it adds a lot of burden to sanitation workers.
In the early morning, sanitation workers are cleaning the fallen leaves, and the road is clean, but there are still many fallen leaves on the trees nearby. I went to uncle sanitation and said to him, "Uncle, please clean up the fallen leaves in the bushes." My uncle smiled and said to me, "children, the fallen leaves in the bushes can't be cleaned up." They are the protective layer and nourishment of roots. " These fallen leaves are now spread on the ground to protect the roots below from freezing. As soon as winter is over, these fallen leaves will rot, become fertilizer and be absorbed by the roots, providing nutrients for the new leaves to grow green next spring. "After listening to my uncle's explanation, I nodded thoughtfully. It turns out that fallen leaves are still so useful.
Autumn has come again, and the green leaves have become fallen leaves. However, facing the fallen leaves in front of me, I no longer hate them, but I am in awe of them.
Unconsciously, autumn has arrived. Grandpa Sun hid behind the clouds and lost his enthusiasm in midsummer. Instead, it is sunshine, a chilly autumn wind. My mother and I are on our way home.
Just as my mother and I were walking and talking, suddenly, I don't know what patted my face. I reached out and grabbed it. Oh, it turned out to be a fallen leaf like a palm! I smell dirt. It is yellow all over, like a burnt paper, which will break when twisted. I looked around and all the fallen leaves were under my feet. The original lush trees only have trunks, dead branches and some yellow leaves.
"Mom, are these trees dead?" I asked. "No, after a year of wind and rain, they have completed the mission of resisting sandstorms, purifying the air and beautifying the environment. Now they are metabolizing old leaves, just like people, so that new leaves and branches will grow next year, "said their mother."
At this time, I have a new question: trees rely on leaves for photosynthesis, so can trees grow healthily without leaves? I told my mother my doubts, and my mother said, "Those leaves fall on the roots of big trees, and slowly, they will become nutrients and then supply them to big trees."
I couldn't help being very surprised when I heard that. Leaves dedicated their lives. In autumn, in order to make the tree grow with nutrients, it sacrifices itself to become the nutrient of the tree, jumps into the embrace of the earth and gives everything to the tree. This is a valuable dedication. Isn't this spirit worth learning?
Early in the morning, I walked on the avenue of the Armed Police Hospital. There is not a leaf on the ground, which makes me feel the breath of autumn. But when I came back in the afternoon, I was surprised to find that both sides of the avenue were covered with yellow leaves. When the wind blows, all the leaves gather together, as if the director is warning the actors: the performance is coming, don't run around! At this moment, Miss Feng sneezed naughtily again. At the urging of Mr. Feng, the performance began! Look! The assembled actors quickly dispersed and danced gracefully in the air. And the tree mothers standing by are enjoying the children's dance. Miss Feng took another breath, and the leaves left on the mother tree rustled as if clapping for her sisters. When I stood on the road and didn't remember to leave, I was fascinated. At that time, I almost wanted to run home, and the camera took all this. However, instead of doing that, I bent down slowly, picked up a dead leaf, put it in a book and collected it. Because of this, I can feel the breath of autumn more.
Spring passed, summer passed slowly, and autumn came quietly. Many leaves will end their lives this season.
On Wednesday morning, after running, I found the leaves on the trees beside the playground falling off one by one. I picked up a leaf, although it fell off, it was still intact and the color was even. I named it "Cloud" because it lives in the air like a cloud, and now it falls from the sky like a cloud and returns to the embrace of Mother Earth.
I walked into the restaurant with this leaf, thinking about the life of the "cloud" as I walked: in spring, a group of new members came to the "kingdom of leaves", they were light green, they began to grow up, and slowly learned to bathe in the rain and dance in the wind; Summer is coming, and people are coming from the "Ye Guo". The leaves fan the wind for them and block the sun for them. Now, like all fallen leaves, "Cloud" quietly left the mother tree and climbed into the embrace of Mother Earth. They are the hope of new leaves next year.
So, I put the "cloud" under the big tree again, hoping to see it on the big tree next spring.
Fallen leaves are trees in autumn and butterflies in November, full of poetic beauty.
Have you ever observed the fallen leaves under a path or country tree? Have you ever heard the sound of walking on a flaming maple leaf or a fallen leaf of the same color as golden rice? Have you ever tasted the beauty of group dancing when the leaves fall, and have you ever tasted the beauty of the leaves?
The beauty of the sound of fallen leaves
Is it your waltz rustling on the leaves intertwined with red and gold? No, less lingering, more cheerful. It's not a movement, just autumn music.
The beauty of deciduous group dance
Autumn has come, and these tens of millions of branches dance with the wind under the urging of the wind. They dance with the wind, they fly, jump and spin. This is their first and last autumn dance. They jumped up and down together and finally returned to the earth to provide nutrients for the earth.
Beauty of deciduous veins
When you pick up a maple leaf, it glows fiery red under the sunlight, and the thin veins are full of maple leaves. Did you get a look at him? It says autumn memorial.
Falling leaves are resigned to the beauty of fate.
Fallen leaves, after struggling with the wind, completed the dance of her life. Isn't this admirable, all due to the resigned beauty of fallen leaves from big trees?
Some people say, "Autumn is a fruitful season." Someone said, "Autumn is a colorful picture." But I always believe that autumn is a fruitful season and a beautiful picture.
Autumn, like a sacred messenger, is gentle, and the rice laughs and bends, as if nodding; Persimmon opened a lovely and charming smile, as if to say: Come and "hug" me home! The breeze is blowing slowly, and there are lovely cheeks hidden in the thick leaves, that is, sweet and sour apples!
In autumn, there is a magic pen, and when you draw it gently, the geese come and go in a hurry. It seems to tell us: lovely children, winter is coming!
Autumn is a box of colorful colored pens. With a flick, osmanthus blossoms. The charming fragrance of osmanthus makes people crazy. Chrysanthemum has also opened its petals. Colorful chrysanthemums can have many colors, including light yellow, dark blue and deep red ... How beautiful!
I love this beautiful season, and I love this charming scenery even more.
Excellent composition of fallen leaves 13 Follow time, walk through four seasons and feel different feelings.
Whenever autumn approaches, I am always extremely excited. On a sunny autumn day, I invited my friends to play in the wild, and the refreshing wind gently blew on my hot cheeks, feeling great, happy and distressed. Although the grass under your feet has withered, life is still full of vitality. Sitting on the grass for a while, I don't know when the naughty grass has put on jeans. With a pat, the hay was as natural and unrestrained as a light snow and fell to the ground without scruple. Nothing is more brilliant than autumn rain, with dead leaves all over the ground.
While playing the March on an anxious Sunday, it began to rain outside the window. I can't feel the tenderness of spring rain and the fierceness of summer rain. I just enjoy endless freshness. I reached out and caught a drop of rain, which was like a crushed natural pearl; I took a breath with rain, and the brain of mechanical equipment was repaired at once.
I sat in the gazebo with a confession book in my hand and enjoyed my meditation again. At this time, a fallen leaf fell on my shoulder. When it fell, I suddenly met you and jumped out of my mouth. Smile, shake your shoulders and let its quiet leaves return to their roots. I am a girl who loves autumn and enjoys meditation in private.
Fallen leaves are just a passer-by in people's sight. Everyone only appreciates green leaves and praises green, never asking about yellow leaves. In fact, the spirit of returning leaves to their roots is more valuable.
When people see a tall, straight or low tree, they will only say that it is lush, because they see dense leaves, but they rarely see yellow leaves on the ground. But they don't know, if it weren't for these fallen leaves, maybe this tree would never grow into a towering tree. Without fallen leaves, no new branches and leaves will grow. So falling leaves is a selfless dedication. I think this is the growth law of a tree-knowing how to give up, willing to pay, harvesting new things, and making yourself a small tree.
We should also be like a tree. Only by giving selflessly and knowing how to give can we gain new gains and grow up healthily. Don't be stingy when giving up. Try your best to take care of others when they need help, and your efforts will get the same value. Walking on the tree-lined path, you may feel that the fallen leaves on both sides of the road are in the way, affecting the city appearance, emitting a disgusting smell, and there are many mosquitoes. But you don't know that these fallen leaves can play a vital role in big trees. These big trees all understand the truth: you will get a reward for your efforts, and only by giving up useless yellow leaves can you grow stronger green leaves.
Fallen leaves, others look down on you, but I will praise you. You taught me how to be a man and how to grow up.
Leaves 15 maple leaves are flying, elves are jumping, and teenagers are remembering. Gently crush the sunshine under your feet, the golden path ripples, stretch out your hand to stop the leaves that will never die, count the lines on them, and tell yourself that with the passage of time and the changes of the river, your dreams will never come back.
A thousand years ago, at the same time, the same maple leaves danced and the same golden sunshine.
A girl flapped her white wings and walked on a path on a maple leaf. The sunshine is swaying, and the girl's smile is so sacred. The wide white wings amazed Xiaoyi.
Xiaoyi, the brooding teenager, has black wings, but lives in heaven and has a pure heart. "Hello, my name is violet." Woke up from drunkenness, XiaoYi flattered, blushed, and flapped his black wings into the air. In the maple leaf, the girl's smile is so brilliant.
Xiaoyi in the air, trying to calm his thoughts. Finally, he flew back to Fenglin. He summoned up his courage and prepared to talk to the girl. However, in the maple forest, only the maple leaves fluttered and the path was silent, and she disappeared.
Loss hung over Xiao Yi, and he regretted it very much. Suddenly, a maple leaf fell on his hand. When he looked carefully, there were white words on the red leaves, which were beautiful and handsome.
"If you come back, please go to the fairy hall-violet."
Xiaoyi jumped up happily and immediately flew to the fairy hall. Behind him, the path, sunshine and maple leaves are smiling together.