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Fallen leaves in the forest

In late autumn, people like to admire the autumn leaves because the red color of the mountains is exciting. I like to admire the fallen leaves, because the yellow leaves on the ground are reverie. The autumn wind swept through the world in front of him with a chill, shaking the dense leaves in the woods in an instant, and the leaves began to turn yellow one by one, and groups of them fell under the trees with the wind. Suddenly, the vibrant woods began to become depressed. The autumn wind seems to be a majestic variation in the woods, and the fallen leaves are like dancers, floating and dancing to the music and falling to the ground. In the late autumn, people appreciate the fallen leaves in addition to admiring the colorful leaves. Because the leaves cover the woods, under the rays of the sun, the desolate beauty is revealed.

Fallen leaves in the forest

I like to walk in the woods at this time, the sound of the wind blowing the melody of the leaves, the rustling of a layer of leaves by footsteps, the occasional fallen leaf gently hitting your head, making you stop, as if the trees are pouring out to you, you have to look at the branches that have begun to hang a few leaves on the ground and sigh with it the ruthlessness of time.

I remember when I was a child, this season would always lie on the leaves, face the big trees, feel the sunlight through the trees, look at the tall poplars and sigh: When will I grow up? Nowadays, I dare not lie on the leaves, but my heart is still sighing: the vicissitudes of time, the vicissitudes of life. This is a kind of homesickness that is difficult to give up with the help of falling leaves.

Fallen leaves in the forest

For trees, the withering of leaves is the reincarnation of species, is ready to develop, is to recuperate, but also to wait for the arrival of the spring wind. For life, the withering of leaves is a thought, and every leaf will remind us of our hometown and the deceased; every leaf is a memory, it will remind people of the past; every leaf is hope, it makes us look forward to spring; every leaf is sustenance, it makes us see a colorful world of the four seasons.

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