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I walked alone on the path in the woods, the autumn wind blowing mercilessly, a tree falling leaves, lined with layers of fallen leaves, I couldn't help but wrap my clothes tightly, savoring the secrets of the late autumn and late winter seasons.
The north wind of late autumn, like a mysterious magician, a gust of autumn wind blows, and a tree contains vibrant and energetic leaves, gradually becoming colorful. Golden ginkgo biloba, poplar, willow tree, bright red torch, yellow lu, maple tree, tsubaki tree, one tree is wonderful, one tree is beautiful, just like the bride who rushes to get married, showing her wonderful and beautiful.
There are many trees in the forest on the riverbank, walking on the path, the leaves on the trees are falling, fluttering in the woods, leisurely, like a goddess scattering flowers. The fallen leaves flashed with gold, red, yellow, orange and brown multicolored embroidery, and graceful and graceful danced, showing an infinitely beautiful posture. The leaves falling in the pool are like small boats that sway with the "waves", swaying and swaying... The tranquil pool is embellished like a painting.
Leaves, the process of life, the interpretation of precipitation to a fallen leaf, the beauty of the last pass of life.
From germination, flowering, and fruiting, the tree grows and develops by the photosynthesis of the leaves under the sun. The post of the green leaf is the branch, and from the moment it climbs the branch, it has not stopped photosynthesis and respiration, providing nutrients for the opening of flowers, the ripening of fruits, and the growth of branches. A tree without leaves, isn't that like a phoenix without a tail and a man without a flower dress? Even heavier is that there are no leaves, can trees still grow? Life is a harmonious process, and what is missing will have an impact, will restrict development, and restrict the continuation of life.
The fallen leaves danced while swinging on the ground, quietly and silently completing the course of life. This is a song of life, but also a dance of life. At the last moment of life, the leaves achieve the ultimate splendor, and the exquisite precipitation of a lifetime is precipitated on the fallen leaves and thrown into the embrace of the earth.
The beautiful dance of the falling leaves fascinates me, and the dance of the falling leaves shocks me. I looked at this intoxicating and heartbreaking scene, and my eyes didn't feel wet... There are also some objects such as falling leaves that achieve glory at the last moment of life, such as a flash of a short flower, a moment of a meteor, a flash of fireworks, a sound of firecrackers... The splendor of the last moments of their lives is inspiring and heart-wrenching. This gave me another layer of respect for the fallen leaves.
The fallen leaves are poignant, and the fallen leaves are also sentient. The fallen leaves have withered and died, but they must fall into the arms of the mother, fall on the body of the roots, turn into dung, turn into spring mud, and protect the roots, give warmth to the roots, give nutrition to the roots, and repay the mother. The past of the fallen leaves is beautiful, growing in splendor and leaving in still beauty.
It is no wonder that some painters, especially oil painters, like to paint forest paths paved with fallen leaves, which are indeed beautiful and indeed artistic. "The blue clouds, the yellow flower land, the west wind is tight, the northern geese fly south, xiaolai who dyes frost and is drunk, always leaving people crying." Not only do painters appreciate the beauty of falling leaves paving the way, but also literary scholars, And Wang Shifu's beautiful words and phrases paint the beauty of autumn leaves, and also tell its deep artistic conception.
The Indian poet Tagore wrote in the "Collection of Birds": Let life be as brilliant as a summer flower, and death be as beautiful as the quiet beauty of autumn leaves. Falling leaves is a process of dedicating one's life to quiet beauty, and so should life.
"Since ancient times, autumn has been sad and lonely, and I say that autumn is better than spring dynasty." Falling leaves are a continuation of life, a perfect song of life. The fallen leaves the towering trees, with colorful colors, to a dance of life, showing a quiet and beautiful style.
Fall leaves, dedicate a lifetime, at the end of life, quietly show your beauty, and make life more perfect. I don't think life should be more like this!
Ma Xiliang, a native of Tengzhou City, Shandong Province, is a writer and scholar of local culture. He is the executive director of Shandong Writing Society, a member of Shandong Writers Association, a member of Prose Literature Society, and a contracted writer of Qilu Evening News Supplement. He has published 3 million words of correspondence, essays, essays and novels in more than 100 newspapers and periodicals at home and abroad, and published many prose collections "Attachment", "Agarwood" and many cultural readers. Dozens of essays have won awards in national provincial and municipal competitions or been selected into the national annual prose collection.
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