#The moment when autumn begins#Spring looks at flowers, autumn looks at leaves, spring willow flowers show, autumn wind sycamore leaves are thick. At the moment when autumn begins, the autumn breeze is slight, and a leaf of sycamore can know autumn, and the leaves on the plane tree

#The Moment of Autumn Begins#

Spring to see the flowers, autumn to see the leaves, spring willow flowers show, autumn wind sycamore leaves are thick. The moment autumn begins, the autumn breeze is slight, a leaf of sycamore can know autumn, the leaves on the plane tree are now yellow and green gradient color, in a few days, all that comes into view are golden leaves, hanging on the plane tree, only waiting for the arrival of the autumn wind, the golden plane leaves have fallen, landing on the ground full of gold, and then blend with the maple red and light green ginkgo biloba leaves, and write a magnificent poem in the early autumn moment.

Like to see a plane tree in the courtyard in front of the house, I will often think of a legendary allusion: there is a plane tree, waiting for the arrival of the phoenix, I also believe that the plane tree symbolizes auspiciousness. Speaking of sycamore leaves, how many literati and inkers have written poems through the ages with the theme of falling leaves, expressing their feelings. Although I can't write the best poems for sycamore leaves, I like to watch sycamore trees, once took pictures under the trees, avoided the autumn rain under the trees, and countless times, just in time for the moment when the sycamore leaves fell three or two, walking on the plane leaves, listening quietly, it was a crisp sound, and sometimes, a fallen leaf seemed to follow my footsteps, letting me take it. The most interesting thing is to sandwich a beautifully shaped leaf in the book, and whenever I turn that page, I always look closely at the leaf, and in my eyes it is beautiful, the golden color means autumn, and its silhouette gives beauty a poetic meaning. Sometimes I also collect leaves of different sizes and colors, place them on the table, or paste them on a piece of pale yellow paper to form my favorite shape, like a treasure in the palm of my hand. This early autumn scene reminds me of the feeling of looking up at the autumn leaves of the sycamore through the shards of stained glass when I was a child, and I was very curious about the change of color of the leaves.

The moment autumn begins, because of the sycamore leaves, I have a beautiful dream, plant a plane tree in my own garden, when an autumn wind blows the sycamore leaves, the sycamore leaves will fly like butterflies all over the garden, and the beauty in that mood is a deep understanding of autumn, and it is regrettable that it can only be realized in dreams. However, at the very beginning of early autumn, as usual in early autumn, I can stroll under the plane tree in my spare time, listen to the voice of the fallen leaves, and pour my quiet autumn thoughts on the plane leaves.