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Falling leaves, the most beautiful poem of autumn

Falling leaves, the most beautiful poem of autumn

Suddenly I heard a song "Autumn Leaves Like Flowers", which actually intoxicated my thoughts, and I enjoyed the autumn wilderness and set off waves in the heart lake! At this moment, I think the autumn leaves that fall with the wind are indeed the most beautiful!

Falling leaves, the most beautiful poem of autumn

You see, autumn always comes from the treetops and takes away the lush leaves of the tree; autumn is stepping on the color of the leaves, green, red, yellow, brown, and when the cherry blossom leaves lie quietly on the ground, it is the most comfortable, it seems to have completed the mission of a lifetime, embracing the earth and enjoying the loving mother's love. Colorful lawns, colorful trees, colorful pavement, at this moment, pedestrians seem to be colorful. You will suddenly think that autumn leaves turn out to be the most gorgeous flowers!

Falling leaves, the most beautiful poem of autumn

In fact, the moment when the leaves fall, it is free, beautiful, and the most free, and it is also at this moment that you will experience the happiness of being unrestrained and getting rid of the shackles of the world. In fact, the leaves growing on the branches are the least free, imprisoned by the branches, and each leaf is on a fixed tree, on a fixed branch, looking at each other alone. The leaves that fall to the ground are like children in the eyes of the earth, free and unrestrained, or lying quietly, or embracing on top of each other, or flipping with the wind, making a salsa sound, singing the beauty of autumn. The various leaves are close together, feeling the breadth of Mother Earth's heart, repaying the earth's nourishment and nourishment, and willingly turning into dirt. Silently wait for the spring grass to draw nutrients from here and give the earth another good time for spring flowers to bloom! Isn't this a manifestation of value?

Falling leaves, the most beautiful poem of autumn

Life, and taste is not so, shallow step on the flow of years, survive the green, walk through the prosperity, finally, into this red and golden autumn, quietly watch the flowers blossom and fall, the clouds are soothing, let the wisps of cool wind stir you and my thoughts.

Falling leaves, the most beautiful poem of autumn

Indeed, life is like autumn leaves. Once, in the prime of life, we were sons at home, fathers, old, young, filial piety to parents, raising children, family burdens, positioning our role; in the unit, or for the leader, or for the employees, daily due diligence, adhere to a specific post, the same positioning a role. Outside the home, it is true that more often, running for the role of the role, or happy or worried, or laughing or angry, sometimes it is indeed involuntary. Stepping on the rhythm of the years, walking through the wind, frost, snow and rain, walking through the ups and downs, after entering the year of destiny, parents are gone, children are adults, perhaps lonely, and lost, but after all, there is less of a role, more responsibility. Just like falling leaves, less of the confinement of branches, more freedom and leisure, although the sideburns are stained, but there is no excessive bondage, invisibly relaxed, the heart is a lot more idle, you can also willfully do what you love, let life bloom freely, so there is another sunset infinite beauty. Highlighting the charm of falling red, isn't it beautiful!

Falling leaves, the most beautiful poem of autumn

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