A few days ago, I was walking by the river and saw the leaves starting to fall. Watching them fall gracefully made me have so many reveries. It seems that they are not withering away, but after dancing the most beautiful dance of their lives, they are leaving the stage of nature's actors. I pick up a fallen leaf and look at it carefully, she is so beautiful, nature has skillfully made it, carved every vein so fine. It has the same color as the flowers, but more than the flowers, a more relaxed, less flamboyant; it has the same atmosphere as the trees, more than the trees, a more ethereal, less dull. Perhaps, although she withered, but she is not sad, or how could she have such a beautiful posture?
China has an idiom, falling leaves return to their roots, that falling leaves, floating, have fallen in it once grew under the tree, mixed into the soil, turned into fertilizer, to provide nutrients to the tree in. From this point of view, the leaves should have how noble spirit. Waiting for the next spring, the tree and issued a new green, new leaves and vigorously grow up, this is not the cycle of life?
Looking at the falling leaves that fluttering, I think of reading high school, every time in the fall, behind the playground of the forest, millions of leaves fall, floating, dancing, dancing. What kind of grandeur was that? Once the season came, the color of the world changed. The falling leaves were like yellow butterflies, endless, fluttering, looking around, the ground was a layer of soft golden color, stepping on the fluffy, I dare say, it is the world's noblest carpet. The carpet is made by nature.
When the next spring came, the color of the world changed again, into green. That light tender green is not precisely the regeneration of the life of the fallen leaves? In this way, the fallen leaves into green leaves, green leaves and yellow into fallen leaves, searching back and forth. I know that no matter whether it is a green leaf or a yellow leaf, it is a new life every time it appears. I also know that her soul is unchanging. The wheel of heaven has a beginning and an end, and there is no flatness, and there is no going back and forth. A leaf sprouts from falling, like Confucius leaving his thoughts behind and Mencius inheriting them. Then, more wisdom developed. Then, he taught his wisdom to Xunzi, who passed it on to Li Si ...... In this way, the fire is passed on, and the generations are born and passed on.
The leaf has fallen, it has fallen. But his legacy did not die out. Therefore, he has not passed away. Also, because, new leaves will grow. Falling leaves, you are the destruction of the body, but also the sublimation of the soul. A few days ago from the textbook office out, still thinking about how to organize the information, suddenly there is a subtle rustle, seems to come from a distant place, slowly skimming, suddenly close, suddenly far, suddenly light and heavy. Although the sky is cloudy, it is not enough to rain, right?
This thought, look at the sky, look around, and there is no sign of rain. Suddenly realized that there are fine leaves wandering under the feet, it turned out to be the garden leaves were blown by the wind, quietly wandering in the square on the tiles. They turned their bodies, with their leaf edges in the tiles scratching out the sound of rustling.
So it is.
I realized that it was already late fall, and the leaves in the garden and along the path were already yellowing, falling softly in the breeze, and then being blown around before they could cling to the soil.
Walking around, I can't remember which day I ignored the quiet change of seasons. In the somewhat stereotypical time of day, it is true that the attention to the seasons has been neglected. Although I often look at the time on the calendar, planning a variety of some can plan some can not plan things, but really did not print the time and the specific scene of the series; although also in the constant change of clothing, but did not seriously observe the changes around.
Maybe it's the state of mind, maybe it's out of habit. In fact, many times we care about the changes around us. A number of years ago, in a late fall afternoon, my language teacher used to take us to feel the scene of falling leaves, to feel the softness and rhythm of stepping on the thick leaves. And also used to walk aimlessly through the snow for an afternoon and then look back at the cluttered footprints. Just when did it start to ignore the feeling of the images of the seasons crossing the heart?
Looking at the pieces of falling fine leaves, from this end to slide to that end, and then blown by the wind to the corner of nowhere, do not feel a little cool ......
The next day the wind was very strong, the leaves on the roadside were blown off a lot of leaves, laying on the paved road, yellow, big leaves are many, very dense, some piles of heaps, some Some of them were crowded to the edge of the road in a long line, and some of them were still drifting away from the branches of the trees, circling in the wind, not knowing where they were going to fall. Walking on it, there is a familiar rustling sound, but I can't get back the feeling I had a number of years ago. Turning back, look at the leaves stepped on, some are still spread, some have been ruptured.
I regret that I didn't bring my camera, otherwise I could have photographed all the fallen leaves, photographed all the golden color of the ground, and saved it for my own enjoyment and treasure. After all, such a beautiful scenery, beautiful heartbreaking.
One more day, windy and cold, there are still a lot of fallen leaves. When I arrived at the school, many students were cleaning up the leaves, the day before the golden scene no longer existed, listening to the leaves on the soles of the feet of the rustle of the feelings no longer exist. Driving home, passing through the Kaohsiung Boai Road, wide fast lane on both sides of the original green mahogany, but in the spring breeze quietly flick, inadvertently splashed a large red and yellow colorful new clothes. This kind of painting of the earth writing, has been for the stage of the natural chronology, sketched out a few lively breath.
The first time I saw this kind of seasonal change, the Department of the corner of the campus. A large tree, originally remembered as green, was unexpectedly covered with dark brown leaves, as if it had been scorched by the sun. The tree's appearance is lifeless and looks like a dead tree, which appears very abrupt in the infinite spread of greenery in the garden. Under the tree, there are a few dead leaves, presenting an uneven distribution, the breeze, with the wind down.
There are many species of trees in the area, but they are dominated by monocultures, and when traveling through the area, we are always in a hurry and do not intentionally know the names of the trees. Because we do not know its name beforehand, the emotion between each other, also seems to be quite limited. Therefore, when I caught a glimpse of one of the trees that had dried up, I was surprised inwardly, but I was not motivated to investigate further. After all, in this complex and changing world, what we can care about seems to be extremely limited.
This transformation of a single tree, at first not thought, until the car to Boai Road, found that the roadside trees, also painted into a variety of shades of red, yellow and coffee color, only suddenly surprised, the original green mahogany, has been in the earth's constant urge, is actively preparing to change, and the campus of that dry tree, the original is the mahogany.
Mahogany is a large evergreen tree, named for its peach-colored wood. The height of the tree can reach more than 20 meters, the main trunk is very obvious, the trunk of the production of furniture for the excellent material. The tree likes high temperature, is drought-resistant, does not like shady and humid places, and needs plenty of sunshine. After growing up, mahogany, green and beautiful, so it has become a forest, or street trees of high-grade species.
The mahogany tree in the campus, it also follows the change of time, according to the law of nature, from the beginning of the yellow leaves to the formation of the dark brown, the process of disguise, not overnight can be completed, just usually busy, we always seem to miss the opportunity to appreciate the natural changes, and can only be in the aftermath of the infinite sighs of empty.
After the withered leaves fall out, the new buds seem to burst out suddenly in one night, and the rare picture of the sparse shadow across the screen, and again for the endless green leaves are hidden. Leaves fall and emerge in an instant, and the universe is the same as the previous leaves and the present buds. The way to realize the change of nature, good body of the universe constant law, life and death, back and forth.
Ultimately, the change is time, and the unchanging is nature. The first thing you need to do is to take a short break in order to take a longer walk.
I forgot when I learned to disguise myself. To family, housemates, friends, strangers ...... suddenly remembered the childhood ignorance, because of ignorance so happy.
In elementary school, there was a large banyan tree next to the school building that had grown for half a century, and it was a "playground" for me and my buddies. Elementary school friendship is simple and pure, no purpose and no commitment between men, but a simple sentence "Go, go play dodgeball." There I cried... Laughing...
I remember when I "blacked out" was a math class in fourth grade, and now I'm still disgusted by the profession of the teacher. The results have been maintained in the grade of the first five, holding a good student aura of me, because once the homework forgotten at home was awarded the special aura of poor students. At that time, said I did not complete the homework of the teacher angry to the large triangular plate fell to the ground, the triangular plate was split in two, my childhood shadow has been officially established.
After that class, I was sentenced to write my homework in the hallway, and it was my favorite English teacher who said, "I was wrong about you. After that day, I took off the good student aura, the teachers never looked at me again. The only fun I've had is playing dodgeball with my buddies under the banyan tree, and that's when I learned the adage, "You've got to be a little more than you are.
All along the way, bumping, junior high school three years from the bottom of the class to the bottom of the age. I can not be passed on hope but because of a girl, again and again to the results of the fight up counterattack war. First love is not able to go to the end, but I am still thankful for the ignorant love at that time, so that I did not become a social dregs.
For some reason, I like to follow the trend of my older brother, he likes to paint, but at that time the family was poor, he could only give up art, and I went on, or because I hate reading from the bottom of my heart. And because my brother likes to read, do not like to read I accidentally like to find a quiet place to read a book, but also because of this to find a few people who can let me really shout a teacher. With nothing to do, I finally found my favorite thing, I joined an online club, a music club. When the college entrance examination is approaching, students around me are constantly writing questions and doing papers, but I imitated the ancients to write up poems, as an ancient style music lyricist. The water has feelings, countless "falling flowers" in my pool of "stagnant water" on the body, although has always hated reading, but I picked up the textbooks in the last few days, picked up the pen, and the final score actually beat most of the class.
It was really unexpected to come to this school, to find my own organization, and to be grateful to find my own dormitory, my own class... Once the only favorite language teacher said that my writing melancholy with sunshine, and therefore was said by classmates as the Black Prince, but if I can meet again I can smile, and now I am able to heartless smile. I can't forget the banyan tree, I can't forget the teacher, and I can't forget the words "I'm so lucky to have met you."
I don't know where a leaf drifted from, want to pick it up, but unexpectedly heavy ......
falling leaves prose essays 5Today, strolling in the campus, inadvertently saw a piece of yellow leaves are falling, that is a piece of bright yellow leaves still bright with the luster of the birth of the falling leaves, I don't tightly stretch out my right hand to let it rotate and dance to my I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do that.
This leaf is as thin as a cicada's wing and almost transparent, but the skeleton that supports it is particularly prominent, as if it were a man's body like a strong iron bone. Heh, I began to reverie this happen to fall today and happen to fall properly in my palm of the leaf, it is from what place? Why does it fall?
This is not the soul of an ancient weak woman who is not willing to be lonely to shuttle drifting to this?
Is this the soul of a weak woman from ancient times who is not willing to be lonely and has traveled to this place?
The bright yellow coat may symbolize its noble status, but she is the mighty queen of the past and present? I immediately close to the foliage to observe, suddenly the pupil of my right eye violently contracted, the rich yellow like a sting in my eyes. Through the foliage I saw a beautiful woman sitting on the throne of the great hall, it was a woman who was full of desire for power without compromise. A gentle breeze caressed through, the sky gradually cloudy.
Hey, the hands of the fallen leaves did not know when it faded from the original seemingly bright yellow color, leaving only a light light yellow. At this time I suddenly noticed a few touches of green on the leaves. This few green seems to be obsessively entangled with this yellow leaves. My eyes were unconsciously attracted. This light green and yellow is not the year that waited for Du Da Guan man of Yangzhou woman Chukou in the pursuit of her lover? She even sought to follow to this point, really saddened me. It turns out that there really is such a past, "twenty-four bridges under the moon, where the jade teach blowjob." This falling leaves bear the original is a girl's despair shall not ah, no wonder that called me to stop the footsteps forward.
I suddenly saw that the leaf petiole of this leaf seems to be extraordinarily erect, with some not to be underestimated bold. I'm not sure if I was wrong about this. This leaf is actually by which the blood and sweat of the heroes raised into? If this is true, then it is now wandering and have what meaning?
The upright body is supporting a piece of the sky, oh, could it be the great general Huo who fought the Huns? Conquest of the Northwest, the desert, the depths of the lonely smoke is afraid that it is difficult to see this full of vitality of the leaf it. The hero borrowed the leaf to revive is not trying to complain to the world about the hard work of their own military life? Is it not for their own loyalty and success in the war but ultimately unable to escape the suspicion of the emperor and heartbreak? Is he not lamenting his premature death? Then look at the right upper corner of the leaf stained with a blinding red blood, is the year cut his own throat in the Wujiang River Xiang Ji in the sigh of whimpering? What is it trying to say by clinging to this fading leaf? Is it his remorse for being headstrong or does he want to take another look at his beloved concubine that he can't let go of? All of these I have no way of knowing today.
I don't need to think about it if I don't know. I used my thumb and forefinger to pinch the petiole with it to continue to move forward, to a fork in the road, I can not help but begin to hand this fallen leaves in awe. This leaf is afraid to turn into red before voluntarily choose to close to the ground, into the life of it! I then had to reluctantly leave it alone under the old tree, waiting for its next fated person ......
Falling leaves prose essays 6Quietly, looking for a quiet place, called the night wind to come. The night wind made a clearing for him.
Quietly, cleaned the surrounding area, clean as white paper.
Quietly, spread the moonlight, but left behind the fallen leaves. Leaves, fluttering down, seems to dance with the evening wind ****, waving the moonlight, such as weeping teardrops, crystal clear, glittering bleak.
Quietly, unknowingly, left behind too many fallen leaves. Each piece, there are a few drops of moonlight. In the moonlight, and I do not know how many images contained, very broken, like memory, it is very mottled, but also very innocent; each piece, the top as if engraved with a few Chinese characters, the few Chinese characters seem to have life, first sucked up the essence of the leaf, so that it quickly withered, and then slowly floating up. One after another, there are thousands of changes, can't catch a little meaning, can't touch a little ending...
Quietly, without looking back, I left. Leaves left behind. Leaves scattered. Leaves fly. Leaves dance. Leaves floating. Leaves fall. When they fall to the ground, they shatter. Everything, also followed the broken. Falling leaves, such as a pen, drawing out the former, drawing out the past, drawing out the memory of ... unforgettable. But it is broken, no longer in the past.
Falling leaves, such as pen, embellished not the eyes of the dragon, but memories.
Leaves falling, that is, broken, broken not hearts, but memories.
Quietly, so quietly away, finished his story ...
Falling leaves prose essays 7
Editor's Pick: Our. The day is still quiet, like a hot cup of tea on the table rising hot, light, warm, flowing in my heart, inexplicable comfort, inexplicable peace of mind.
I think, when I'm old, I should choose a place of ease and leisure, quietly spend the end of this life, or perhaps I will return to the original appearance, convergence of all the outward appearance of the front with all the flair, light as a flower, quietly leaving a wisp of the residual fragrance, and then slowly drifting down, scattered to the grass, and finally gradually withered and yellowed, and into the land, which is perhaps what people often say! The first thing I want to do is to get rid of all the things that I'm not sure I can do.
I think, when I am old, will become an inconspicuous flower, fluttering in the evening wind, in the dark of the night quietly withered, quiet and calm. I think life should be like a flower, blooming in the unconscious, withered when no one asked. I don't think it's a good idea to bring anything with you, and I don't think it's a good idea to take anything with you when you die, but I think it's a good idea to come in quietly and go out quietly.
In fact, each of us came to this world is destined, we were born in this world, some people in order to destroy, some people in order to create, the world was originally balanced, many things are relative. If there is no sadness, where would there be happiness, if there is no pain where would there be any happiness. There is bitterness and joy, there is hurt and pain, there is life and death, this is the real flavorful life. If you live like a walking corpse, then survival has no meaning.
Everyone born is very simple, just come to this world, through the environment, through the baptism of life, through the change of education, people are slowly different, some people can only live at the bottom of society, some people are destined to live in the world's peak, which is not destined to be born, but through the change of time, the same person, in a different environment is destined to be the road of his life.
But people live well, can not live for the sake of others, do not belong to their own audience, to perform their own not good at life, people live the best and most beautiful but two words "happy!" After all, you in this world to obtain the achievements of more and more, after the death of how much praise, are just clouds, because these things you can not take into the ground, will eventually fade with the time in the sand.
I just want to live in this world ordinary, do not go to fight for fame and fortune, such as the willow in the wind, in the sunshine leisurely fluttering, reckless to do what they want to do the action, absorbing their own want to nutrients, my needs are very simple, and not too much, happy is good.
When I am old, the days are no longer windy, and no longer roaring. Wearing comfortable shoes, with three or five friends to meet together, in this town under the morning sun walk, blowing this warm breeze, see the branch flowers scattered in your shoulders and mine, the fragrance of the flowers filled in our surroundings, and finally we stepped on the twilight, looking at the evening sun in this evening breeze, quietly walking, rambling walk, feel the town of the flavor of the clear and warm.
If old, choose to live in such a quiet and leisurely life, sniffing the smell of the town pale, feel his pale breath, even if the time has changed the face between me and it, however, that what is the harm. Our days are still quiet, like a hot cup of tea on the table rising hot, light, warm, flowing in my heart, inexplicable comfort, inexplicable peace of mind. Years later, even if the time is no longer, the fingertips of the several strands of the piano sound, still in my tranquil heart echo.
Leafy leaves return to their roots, comfortable and leisurely, quietly withered in the nameless streets, life does not bring, death does not take ......
Falling leaves prose essay essay 8
The weather finally warmed up, the lazy sunlight blown by the wind gently pressed on people's bodies, pressed out sweat, but also pressed out pleasure. Instead of rationalizing the unjustified irritation brought by the gloomy weather, one can warm up and watch the curtains dance to the music, and then welcome a breeze, and for a moment one can even sigh that life is so beautiful.
There will be sunshine, there will be shadows, and the most inappropriate is to talk about shadows when the sun is shining, but it seems to be everywhere, just sometimes well hidden or in a good mood is not easy to be affected by it! Now is the end of spring, the warmth of the sun affects all the things that should be affected by it, the leaves are green, flowers red, my myopic eyes are also much better, but, why is there always a sound under the feet to give a feeling of melancholy? It's like a cloudy day, like a shadow.
When I was a child, my teacher told us that the leaves began to fall in the fall, and in the winter there will only be scattered stubbornly refused to leave the leaves, and the spring is the season of recovery of all things new green probe. So I always think that the fall should be the autumn wind sweeping down the leaves of the refreshing, winter is the snow pressure of a single branch of the lonely, spring is the spring rain Run all things moving.
It seems that everything should be in line with the laws taught by books and teachers, but it does not. Leaves from the last spring birth, to this spring when only began to fall, I do not know is it too strong vitality? Or was it supposed to be there this spring?
If the yellow leaves in the fall because of the exhaustion of life and withered is should be glad to accept and sigh the laws of nature majestic words, then in the spring because of their own habitat and was forced to leave the green leaves, and what kind of emotion it should be? If only because of the spring leaves and the sadness triggered is really strong words, then why will there be liquid must flow out of the eyes?
Guo Jingming's "Say good night at dawn" has a supporting character named Qi Leming, perhaps the main character's sadness and happiness should be more refreshing, but I stayed in the writing of a few paragraphs of Qi Leming's text, and almost wet a friend's book. Of course, once again, I held back from breaking the bank, but I learned why it was so sentimental.
He started wandering to get away from his family's misfortunes, whistling loudly, listening to fast-paced rock, traveling through different cities, stopping just to move forward, wandering just to find a place where he could stop.
I could feel his pain. I also thought of wandering, if possible will be like him. But couldn't, wanting to fly like a heart tied to the side of a spring that others thought would keep it from withering. Maybe our stories are very different, but it's just as unfortunate, like a cloudy day, like a shadow.
Reality entwined with dreams can be joyful, so joyful that you wake up happy for days, or it can be painful, so painful that it lasts for years. Regardless of whether it is replayed over and over again like a film, it is y engraved in the reality of the mouth of the unreal, can not be erased, and can not be forgotten.
In my dreams there was the sound of verdant fallen leaves being trampled, roads and cities, scenes and conversations as strange to me as those traveled by Zillemin, and the weather was clear for a while, gloomy for a while, but casting gloom all the same.
In my dream I had my first fight with my father, finishing what I had wanted to say before but dared not, speaking until my voice was hoarse; dropping tears that I thought had fallen dry until I woke up and wiped them dry and lay down again. I didn't get a good look at my dad's face, and the weak light couldn't illuminate my jumbled thoughts like sunlight that couldn't penetrate the clouds. Hissing and shouting, it seems, also failed to call back to Dad's faraway heart, much less terminate Mom's endless tears.
A gust of wind blew, the leaves overhead began to fall again, a bright green leaves hit me head-on, diagonally across the corner of the eye, and perhaps also fell to the place where I once walked. From time to time a scraped up leaf smashed into the advancing foot, and how the foot wanted to escape! But the heart holds it, continue to step on this campus in the spring leaves.
Who said that the leaves are fall in the fall, spring long, I here the leaves are falling in the spring. In the bright light of spring, in addition to the leaves once cut through the air to leave invisible brief traces, there are also shadows drifting through the shadow left everywhere in the shade. Whether or not Zilmeng also in the spring bright one day to hear the sound of their own stepped on broken green leaves?
Falling leaves prose essay essays 9Night, quiet ......
Wisps of gold snuggled through the branches of the trees, as if jumping my mind.
I, just a leaf in the spring.
A bird song breaks the loneliness of the morning. The sunlight awakened my mind, warm and so comfortable. The sun also put a coat on me, and from a distance, it looks like a golden leaf.
I, quietly nestled in my mother's arms, seemed like a little baby to be spoiled, enjoying the mother's milk; I, like my siblings, just spring leaves.
But, suddenly a leaf is about to fall, tugged me dead, I was torn pain, angry shout: "What are you doing? You're tugging me."
In an instant, tears flowed down the corners of his eyes.
For a moment, my heart softened and I asked him in a comforting tone what had happened. But, his tears couldn't help but trickle through once again.
I was puzzled and once again sought the reason for his sadness. It turned out that he had been the same as me, an ordinary leaf, but spring came, the new shoots sprouted, and he was forced to become a fallen leaf.
I snapped my head up, and my dusty heart seemed to be pricked by a needle, and began to beat incessantly, and I began to be at a loss for words.
In the end, he left, alone and lonely.
The days of restlessness were ten days long.
Late at night, everything was quiet. I was about to go to sleep, when suddenly a leaf cried out happily, "I am free, I am free at last, I am going to fly and sing for joy, goodbye!"
I was stunned.
Thoughts were flying, and the soul was awakening. Gradually, I regained my former glory, and I was praying.
The clouds opened and there blew a spring breeze. I swirled in the wind, sang in the wind, and searched for the feeling of a bird. I did my little bit and landed in the valley.
I am just the last fallen leaf of spring.
The first time I saw the "Fallen Leaves" screen name on the Pure Literature Forum, there was a kind of autumn wind, the coldness of the dry leaves. After reading a few articles, I felt that the person with this screen name may have something to do with his or her family background, life experience, or other factors. Presented in front of the lens is a lonely woman, standing in the falling leaves in the sad fall of the bleak picture.
I like sunshine, including sunny weather, sunny screen name, sunny mood, sunny articles, sunny people. I was introduced by a good friend to the "Falling Leaves" that I had never met before. The first time I called and invited her to attend a literary gathering, I did not hide my dislike of her screen name. I said bluntly, "Why are you called Falling Leaves? I imagine it gives people a sad feeling. Change your screen name to a good one, have a good mood, and be happy with each other." She is a sensible person, listened, did not blame me for "meddling", but asked me: "sister you say up what screen name is good?"
In the future, the party many times, private exchanges of learning, mutual appreciation, become a good friend. The next more than ten beautiful article, ushered in her sunshine "spring", feel "warm still", like "women like lotus" and "one of the most beautiful colorful clouds", as well as the face of the peach blossoms reflecting the red "peach blossom gently open" ...... pen under the flow of the beauty of the heart, celebrating the beautiful human nature, praising the love of mankind. The text is like a flower like a dream, the realm of far meaning wonderful, such as the absolute dust outside. The words seem to be unusual rhetoric, floating in the heart of the water, I changed the initial impression of her.
I really like her, but I still love her words. The first time I saw her was when she was in the middle of a movie, and she was in the middle of a movie, and she was in the middle of a movie. I like the text describes the sunshine woman, more like to use the beautiful beautiful language, write down this call people read the poetry, feel the shallow singing, literary talent flying people. Since the establishment of this beautiful sunshine title, that is destined to have sunshine in this life with her. I watch. Appreciate. I wish her to welcome the sunshine, dark fragrance, enjoy another life mood, beautiful and infinite.
Like elegant and intellectual, show outside the center, the heart full of sunshine woman, pen flow like flowers like fragrance, like a six-stringed zither gently across my heart, serenity and far-reaching. Each line of text, like a ray of sunshine, sprinkled in the heart, ethereal and clear, read the experience, the mood with the dance, she is really walking in the sunshine!
In her eyes, a mountain, a water, a grass, a tree, even a meter of sunshine, a smile, a cloud, are all falling leaves on the spring of affection and yearning.
The spring of the fallen leaves, the flowers, all the way fragrant!