1. At this time, a peach-shaped leaf fell in front of me. I held it in my hand and thought: It may be a small fairy peach that Sun Wukong accidentally knocked down when he stole the fairy peach. ?As soon as it fell to the mortal world, it turned into a small leaf. I put it under my nose and smelled it, and it seemed to have the aroma of ordinary peaches!
2. Some people say that the fallen leaves in autumn are like snow in winter. Snow will turn into water in spring. Water Then it turns into steam, then turns into rain or snow, and returns to the ground again, and so on, and the snow always surrounds the ground in some form. Today's autumn leaves seem unable to complete the same cycle as snow. The rustling sound when the wind blows off the leaves is the last dialogue between the fallen leaves and the trees. They will be carried away by the wind, or burned by people, in the raging fire. With tears in his eyes, he turned into ashes.
3. Fallen leaves, it is you who embellish the autumn jungle. The jungle is like a landscape painting, making autumn more gorgeous. It is you who dance happily like a dancer and fly like a butterfly. It brings us a beautiful feeling.
4. The autumn wind is desolate, rolling up the yellow sand, and the withered leaves are flying all over the sky with it. The pieces are like butterflies and elves, floating in the sky for a long time and refusing to fall. After a while, it lay quietly on the ground again, telling its sorrow alone. Everything was so quiet. I didn’t hear the joy of the harvest, I didn’t see the fruitful results, and I couldn’t even imagine that this was the autumn I was waiting for. In this autumn, the only fear is that the leaves will fall! I originally said that the melody of autumn is tense and radical, but I can't understand its rhythm. It is more like the helplessness and melancholy in "Autumn Moon in the Han Palace". I thought autumn would be a joyful and picturesque place with pleasant scenery, but the real thing is bare branches and sparse trees.
5. The autumn wind gradually blows, and the flying leaves fall into the soil. The setting sun casts its gentle afterglow on them, and the leaves are golden and bloom with the last ray of light. That is the indelible landscape they left in the world. I closed my eyes tightly and suddenly remembered: "Luohong is not a heartless thing, it turns into spring mud to protect the flowers." ?
6. The autumn wind accompanied the fallen leaves and they began their journey together by different paths. The vitality of spring dimmed. The colors of spring and the heat of summer are all buried by autumn. Autumn brings coolness, but also brings a sad feeling.
7. Look! The golden grass in autumn is dotted with dots of fiery red. It is the maple leaves falling gently in the breeze, like red palms rushing towards the earth and throwing into the earth. The embrace of the beautiful grass is like the dazzling stars in the night sky, and the beautiful grass is like a painter accidentally dripping red paint into the golden color, making the autumn colors more charming.
8. Those withered yellow leaves lie on the ground irregularly, and the road bricks and asphalt roads are ashen, ruthlessly blocking them from the soil. The fallen leaves are like homeless children, letting the wind blow them from East Street to West Street.
9. Fallen leaves are like beautiful butterflies. When they fall, each of their spinning dances makes people feel that they are just beautiful butterflies. Accompanied by the breeze, , spinning gracefully to the drums of the wind, returned to the embrace of Mother Earth.
10. The autumn wind blew by, picking up the fallen leaves. Flying, flying? The last yellow leaf finally settled deep in the corner of my eyes, gradually dispersed, slowly became smaller, and finally disappeared. The scenes from the past appeared before my eyes again.
11. It is no longer green, but yellow. It has lost its former youth and has become old. Maybe you would say it is ugly because it becomes a stain on the beauty of nature. However, I say it is beautiful. It is old now, but it was once glorious. It will now be integrated into the earth and become soil. It will also nurture young trees and old trees, so that the leaves they will grow in the future will be more beautiful. They are more brilliant.
12. I like the fallen leaves in autumn. I like to treasure the fallen leaves deeply in the pages of my books, in my drawers, and in the beautiful world I decorate. Looking for my life, looking for the color of my life, and the origin of my inability to be free and easy. Falling leaves are not just the curtain call of the dance pavilion, but the construction of a new dance floor, in the noise, in the autumn wind, in the story Here, in the world of sound and silence, fallen leaves are floating gently here and there, in the world of the sea of ??people, in the beautiful nature.
13. Fallen leaves are lonely. In this autumn, they fall lonely. They are the main theme of autumn and also symbolize the ultimate of all things. The maple leaves are dyed red and the ginkgo trees are falling. It’s a pity that he can’t stand in the cold winter and accompany me through the world of pink makeup and jade. But he was so chic and without any sadness. He came in a hurry and left in a hurry in autumn, so busy that he left no gap.
14. When I saw the fallen leaves, I thought of the sweaty teachers who used their spring breeze and rain-like teachings to make us thrive; when I saw the fallen leaves, I thought and felt that autumn should not be Sad; when I see the fallen leaves, I think of the cleaners. They are unknown but do extraordinary work in ordinary positions. When I see the fallen leaves, I think of many, many things.
15. Look, there are leaves falling down over there, some dancing like butterflies, some flying like birds, and some spinning lightly like dancers. I ran over and stretched out my hands to catch a piece. Ha, it looks like a golden boat. Maybe it fell down because it wanted to fall into the arms of the river? I gently put it into the river. The river flowed loudly, as if applauding in welcome. The boat gently swirled, said goodbye to me, and began its interesting voyage.
16. Walking alone in the courtyard, stepping into the shade of a tree, the soft rustle under your feet is like the whisper of life. The autumn wind rustles, playing sad string rhymes. The sky is high and the clouds are clear, a flock of geese are passing by. Suddenly, a fallen leaf broke into my sight, gently brushed my cheek, quietly rotated in the autumn wind, and slowly fell to the ground. I slowly stretched out my palm and let it float into my palm.
17. Squatting down, picking up a fallen leaf, and counting the visible textures. I feel that life is so important, and the wind blows in and out. How many little leaves go to find their mother? This short but meaningful ceremony is not grand or gorgeous, but in the autumn wind, it seems somewhat depressed, but the end of the past is also the beginning of the present. The leaves fall and go deep into the world. Soil can also be turned into nutrients, and we must continue. With a new beginning, there will be a new direction.