Classic Prose: Golden Leaves in the City

Every autumn, I can always think of endless golden in my mind; And in front of my eyes, it is also golden.

As long as I can remember, I remember that on both sides of every street in my hometown, the tall "French phoenix tree" stands neatly. This kind of tree, with thick stems and broad leaves, is not only palm-shaped, but also like a chubby "mountain", which emerges densely in the sky more than several meters. It is precisely because of these countless leaves that Xiangyang, an ancient and brand-new city street, always has a bright green like a cloud over its head in spring and summer. Similarly, in autumn, those plump green leaves will suddenly absorb the energy of the sun, spit out all the water in the body, and turn the whole body into golden yellow. Therefore, the city seems to be immersed in a brilliant and quiet atmosphere wrapped in gold.

As you can imagine, everyone who lives in the hometown of this city probably loves seasons and time as much as I do. Because, looking up at the sky along the golden tree, the color of that day was as blue as washing and dyeing, and only white clouds fluttered gracefully. What fascinates me most is that I walk on the ring road, immersed in the moat water, overlooking the blue-gray city wall on the other side, and the beautiful and elegant "Zhong Xuan Building" at the corner all the year round. My ears heard the rustling of gold leaves on the treetops, and I saw them swaying like butterflies, or falling to the ground like bees in the wind. At this moment, when I am walking or riding a bike, golden leaves will float in front of me, let me reach for them, or just jump on my face and gently give me a kind of joy. Soon, my heart was caught by them. I raced with Ye Er or ran over gold with my wheels. In this way, whether you step on a gold leaf or run over by a car, you can only hear the crunchy sound of "squeaking", as if you have entered the golden land in your heart. However, I think the most wonderful moment is to choose a sunny season, or stand on the bank of a moat, gently pick up a piece of gold leaf with your fingers, look at its uniform posture, cloth strips and clear veins in the sun, and then stand on tiptoe and twist your fingers back and forth like a petiole, making it dance fast or slow, which is endless fun. But if that's not enough, I will give Jin Yezi a big hug and try to throw them into the sky. I will see scattered gold dots flying in succession, flying down from my head and falling by my side, drifting with the wind, which is both good and beautiful.

Although the golden leaves in the city, like happy spirits, add warm colors to the city in autumn and winter with charming colors, and make it easier for us to daydream about the splendor of returning to the earth in spring, but the sudden increase in the number gradually restricts the pace of walking. At this time, female cleaners, like provocative instructors, waved bamboo brooms in various streets from morning till night to catch up with the tide, set up pieces of Jin Yezi to gather in piles, cleaned up and left, leaving a clean road for other Jin Yezi in the tree to continue flying around and play naughty. I remember that in the past, the cleaners probably thought that fallen leaves were thrown all over the floor, so they simply lit a match and burned several piles on the spot. At that time, I was very much in favor of this move, thinking that the red flame can not only keep people warm, but also reduce the intensity of work. Therefore, I follow suit and often treat autumn leaves like that. But now, perhaps to protect the environment, perhaps to guard against accidents in the fire, perhaps these leaves that accompany you day and night have sheltered the city from the scorching sun since spring and summer, and brought us golden warm colors since autumn and winter, so that the cleaners no longer have the heart to turn them into carbon ash in this cold season? Finally, no matter how hard you try, you just have to sweep them away. I think there should be all three reasons, but the poor reason is the first one.

However, it is impossible to clean the golden leaves of the French plane tree. Even in the spring when everything recovers, there will still be some Jin Yezi falling from the branches. It seems that the most stubborn little guys are determined to meet again in the spring. However, since it has withered, many lovely Jin Yezi still have to pile up next to the trunk. In the gap of the short green belt, the green belt dresses up as if it came out of the gold, waiting for the arrival of spring, and then turning itself into fertilizer for the land. ...

Although the city is full of golden leaves, it is a withered scene, but the smart flight seems to have written down a gorgeous chapter in life and a language that will never be lonely in years. That language always contains nostalgia for autumn and expectation for spring.

Ah, I like it here. The city is full of golden leaves!