9th Grade Composition of Maple Leaf Love

This is the most exciting and nostalgic season of the year.

Looking around, the lush pines and cypresses of the past are no longer the protagonists of Lushan. Instead, they are replaced by the bright red maples, which are as bright as fire and dazzling. It is precisely because of her presence that the originally desolate autumn has a breath of life.

Being in the Lushan Mountains where “all the mountains are red and the forests are dyed”, everything becomes so poetic. The maple leaves are like wine. When thousands of trees are falling and the flowers are withering, the maple leaves bloom with gorgeous colors in the cold frost breeze, and with a hint of cool west wind, this refreshing autumn wine is brewed. Look, the leaves that are about to fly are so drunk and red. The maple leaves are like fire. In the rustling autumn wind, the red leaves all over the mountain are covered with steaming clouds and rosy clouds. They are as red as flowers, as red as clouds, and as red as they fly enthusiastically. That is the most charming and warm color in cool autumn. No wonder the romantic Ma Zhiyuan brought fine wine and invited beauties to "cook wine and burn red leaves" under the mangroves! Looking down from Lushan Mountain, the scenery is unobstructed. Gorgeous red maples are still dotting the green bushes on the hillside, and the historic Hunan University is within easy reach. Close your eyes, take a deep breath, and smell the familiar sandalwood fragrance of Lushan Temple. Open your eyes and look out. The long and winding Xiangjiang River is like a giant dragon lying on its back in Changsha City. High-rise buildings stand quietly in the bustling streets. . Listen carefully, what you hear in your left ear is the tranquility of the cool breeze blowing on the mountain, and what sounds in your right ear is the cheerful laughter of people down the mountain. The laughter is getting louder and louder, and even the whole valley is gradually filling up. Looking at the bright red maples on the mountain, and listening to people's heartfelt laughter because of the beautiful life, I can't help but be filled with emotion. ...

Looking back more than 60 years ago, Changsha City, known as the "Furong Kingdom", was burned by the Wenxi Fire for five days and five nights. More than 90% of the buildings in the city were destroyed. Once more than 3,000 citizens died in the flames. These shocking figures are indeed heart-stopping, but the strong people of Huxiang have not been knocked down by this catastrophe, and their fighting spirit has not been lost. After eighty years of ups and downs and bloody battles, our homeland has finally been rebuilt and is now as prosperous as it is today. The development of society and superior policies have rapidly improved people's living standards. The expansion of roads and the construction of houses have made urban transportation increasingly developed. This not only reflects the rapid progress of modern life, but also retains the flavor of Changsha's classical cultural life. Today, Changsha has become the focus of everyone's attention, just like the red maples all over the mountain, which are becoming more and more beautiful, red and popular.

"I dreamed of flying to Changsha last night. The Yuelu Mountain was high and the sun was setting. I couldn't find the poets in troubled times. I sat and watched the red leaves for a long time." This is a poem written by the great traditional Chinese painting poet Qi Baishi, recalling the scene of his revisit to Lushan. It records the old man's longing for his homeland and his affection for the red maple. The innocent Lushan red maple flows into the hearts of Huxiang people like a clear spring, injecting it into the blood, making countless wanderers unable to let go forever. Perhaps there is a scarlet story hidden behind every maple leaf. After years of vicissitudes, when it slowly turns red, there will be a sudden realization.

"Xiao Feng drank a lot of wine all night long, but the lonely pine tree concealed his drunken appearance..." I heard a melodious chant in my ears. I turned around and saw that it was an octogenarian old man with white hair and a childlike face who was shaking his head. I was wandering in the charm of ancient poems. Looking at the old man's obsessed look, I couldn't help but smile...