Write a composition about Ginkgo biloba leaves.

I heard that there is a beautiful Ginkgo Street in Chengdu. I don't know how beautiful it is. Until today, when I stepped into this street, I was completely fascinated by the scenery in front of me, just like entering a beautiful fairy tale world!

Looking from a distance, it seems that there are many fairies covered with a layer of golden gauze on both sides of the long Ginkgo Street. The thick fallen leaves on the ground are like a warm yellow carpet, and the ginkgo leaves falling in mid-air are like a group of flying butterflies ... How can this charming scenery not make me intoxicated?

A closer look shows that the leaves of ginkgo trees are also unusual, some like fans and some like beautiful butterflies. Great changes have taken place in the leaves in this late autumn season. The original green one has also changed. Some are yellow with green, but most of them have turned yellow. A breeze blew, and Ginkgo biloba leaves trembled and rustled in the branches, like a chorus song; Yellow leaves fall slowly from the tree, just like golden butterflies flying in the air. How beautiful!

I couldn't help picking up a ginkgo leaf from the ground and studying it carefully. The leaves are golden yellow, and there are waves at the top of the leaves, which looks like a cattail leaf fan as a whole. Touching the surface of Ginkgo biloba leaves is slippery, soft, soft and very comfortable! Look at the scattered ginkgo leaves on the ground. Like other leaves, they all contribute themselves in obscurity until the last moment of their lives. They will eventually become fertilizer to feed the new life in the coming year. Isn't this the professionalism we need to learn?

Ah! I love autumn, and I love the vibrant and selfless ginkgo leaves.

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Miss Qiu came happily with a beautiful waltz. The leaves gradually faded from their green luster and unconsciously turned into golden dresses.

I picked a piece and put it in my hand to touch it carefully. Not smooth, but not rough. The autumn wind took away its moisture, which was a little hard. There is a small crack in the middle of the leaf, as if someone accidentally tore it open. I looked at the leaves towards the sun, and the meridians on the leaves were clearly displayed, much like human blood vessels! I put the leaves in front of my nose, took a deep breath, and the faint fragrance entered my heart, which was the taste of nature. The leaves on the tree are like handfuls of small fans and beautiful butterflies, perching quietly on the branches. Leaves are light green in spring and full in summer. In autumn, Ginkgo biloba leaves can be in many colors, some are yellow, some are half yellow and half green, and some are all yellow. The sun shines in, and the leaves are dazzling against the sun, as if lovely life is jumping on the branches; Leaves that are not exposed to the sun are swaying in the branches not to be outdone. When the wind comes, they will take the opportunity to approach, whispering, and some are reluctant to leave the embrace of the tree, fluttering in mid-air ... After the wind passes, they return to calm, as if immersed in their own reverie and silent.

These ginkgo leaves neither know what death is, nor do they know that spring will come again. They are born for big trees, and countless leaves do the same job-give the milk of life to big trees. These leaves are very simple, live in obscurity and have no publicity. However, this humble leaf can report the news of spring to people and bring people hope and joy; It can also provide shade rest for people under the scorching sun; Autumn has come, and it is willing to sacrifice itself and return to the foundation of the tree and the embrace of the earth.

Ginkgo biloba leaves in autumn are far less vibrant than those in spring and summer, but full of maturity! Because it knows how to give, it is what it is now. It is selfless and silent for the cycle of life.

When the cold wind blows, the golden ginkgo leaves fall down, as if telling a beautiful story. ...

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Whenever I go downstairs, I always pick up a ginkgo leaf. Smelling the faint fragrance, I can't help but enter the fantasy: if I were a beautiful girl living in a paradise, I would associate with flowers every day; Keep company with birds; Make friends with sunshine. But fantasies are always broken. I can only give the ginkgo leaves to the autumn wind again and again and watch them leave slowly.

Ginkgo biloba leaves, you are like a little messenger, telling Grandma Qiu that it is time to work with your dying life.

Perhaps, you have never paid attention to her, but she will not give up her mission, so there will be so many companions; Will have such a great charm.

I like ginkgo leaves.

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In a dense forest, there is a pomegranate tree with small leaves. She is always looking forward to seeing outside the forest. Because in this forest, the leaves are dense, you can't see the sky when you look up, and you can't see the ground when you look down. Looks like leaves.

One day, Xiao Ye was listening to Mother Tree telling a story. Suddenly, a strong wind blew. Xiao Ye thought that Uncle Feng could take her to the outside world, so he said to Mother Tree, "Mom, can Uncle Feng take me out for a walk?" Mother Tree thought it would be good to let Xiao Ye go out and have a look, which would increase her knowledge. She agreed.

Uncle Feng came, and he came to his field with small leaves. The air here is fresh. Look, uncle farmer is planting rice! Uncle Feng came to the stream with little leaves. At this time, the wind stopped and the small leaves floated slowly. She landed on the stream. Yo, the stream is cold, great!

Miss Xishui suddenly spoke. She said, "Xiao Ye, thank you for your compliment. Don't you want to have a good look at the world? Let me give you a ride! " So Miss Xiaoxi came to a small river with small leaves.

At this moment, Uncle Feng came. He took the little leaf to the shore, and it was like a river saying goodbye. Uncle Feng took her to a city, but she always felt sick. It turns out that human beings here are not civilized at all: some litter, some spit, some urinate, and factories discharge a lot of sewage into rivers, which makes it stink. Really dirty!

Suddenly, Uncle Feng disappeared and the little leaves fell to the dirty ground. Passers-by stepped on her and crushed her to pieces. She thought: human, wake up! Stop destroying Mother Earth! One evening in late autumn, I had nothing to do and walked on a quiet path. Through the dim sunset, the shadow stretched for a long time.

Stepping on my own shadow, as if I were holding it, as if it were following me. I turned several turns, but I couldn't get rid of it. I ran a few steps forward. Unconsciously, I came to a tree: the old tree hunched its back and stretched its branches in all directions, covered with vigorous wrinkles. The most striking is its "head" leaf. Most of the leaves are yellow, and the quiet and trembling life seems to be gradually sleeping. The whole tree looks very quiet and peaceful.

A gust of wind blew with a hint of autumn, and a leaf fell at my feet and the shadow's. I bent down and picked it up. It lies quietly in our palms, and the stems and veins are still clearly visible. But in my opinion, this is not a leaf, but a calendar with an invisible word engraved on it: autumn.