Yezhimei composition

In our usual study, work or life, we often see the figure of composition. Composition is a narrative way in which people express the relevant knowledge, experience and thoughts stored in memory in written form. Have no clue when writing a composition? The following is my composition of Ye Zhimei, welcome to read and collect.

Ye zhimei's composition 1 After a small autumn rain, it brought a wisp of autumn wind, and the dead leaves fell silently.

Looking around, there are bleak dead leaves everywhere; Looking closely, the brown veins are still clear, and the wrinkles, like the traces of years, are eroded bit by bit. The fallen leaves after the autumn rain are still somewhat charming, but they add a lot of desolation.

"Leaves fall like the spray of a waterfall", as if they were still flourishing yesterday and withered on a night of separation and abandonment.

"One piece, two pieces, three pieces ..." I silently counted, I know these fallen leaves are the end of a cycle, but they are still, still so leisurely.

The fallen leaves are still floating in the mother's cradle and refuse to leave its mother after all. He looked at his mother affectionately and floated around the tree three times. Silence is better here than sound. Perhaps this is the last farewell, perhaps this is a permanent oath-but more, it is a lingering concern!

After that, they crowded into a pile, but they were as silent as ever, still simple and chic. I know, it's over. Although it is a dead leaf, at this moment, it has condensed into eternal beauty.

Like a flying page, this fallen leaf records the cycle of life again and again. Come and go in a hurry, but it will eventually lead to the inevitable road! The ocean-going ship will eventually return to the sheltered harbor; Wandering people will eventually go home; The journey of life will always end, but-

Although the life of fallen leaves is short, it has its own unique brilliance!

Enough!

Looking at the fallen leaves, I always feel that I have lost something, but I don't understand what I have lost. "Falling red is not heartless, but turning into spring mud is more protective of flowers." Indeed, in the dark, those fallen leaves are gestating, gestating a vigorous spring?

Everything has its beauty. At this moment, I realized the beauty of fallen leaves.

Ye Zhimei once stood under a tree and didn't notice the fallen leaves on the ground. However, when I was on duty, I even hated why there were so many fallen leaves until that day. ...

The teacher told us that fallen leaves are the best nourishment that day, but he has been unknown, and I was shocked. I didn't expect the fallen leaves that used to hate me to be so useful. Once again, standing under the tree, a fallen leaf fell quietly, and I caught it gently with my hand. Compared with the distressed fallen flowers, the fallen leaves are so dull. Gong Zizhen once said: Falling red is not a heartless thing, but turning into spring mud is more protective of flowers. I don't feel wronged for this unknown fallen leaf. Although the fallen leaf is not as beautiful as the fallen flower, it has been contributing to the trees, but no one praises him or even hates him. But who knows the grievances of the fallen leaves? He contributed to the trees, but he was also rejected by people. ...

The life of fallen leaves is so short that people say that time flows away like running water and will never go back. If people's life is compared to water, then the water here has just begun to flow, and the short life of fallen leaves has passed, and it will turn into spring mud after death. Is this life worth living? If the life of fallen leaves is so short, why come into this world and walk in vain? The life of fireworks is as short as that of fallen leaves, or even shorter, but fireworks are at least brilliant, while the life of fallen leaves is so ordinary, and autumn means the end of their mission and life. Is this life worth living? Perhaps, it is worthwhile, at least he can contribute to the tree, at least he can repay the tree's "nurturing kindness" to him. ...

There are also people like leaves in life, such as teachers, who make unremitting efforts to gain more and richer knowledge, but are unknown. Although the geese left their voices and others left their names, the teacher was unknown. "Spring silkworms will weave until they die, and candles will drain the wick every night." The teacher is like a fallen leaf, unpretentious and teaches us wholeheartedly, hoping that we will make contributions to the country when we grow up.

The beauty of fallen leaves lies in simplicity and obscurity.

Ye Zhimei's composition 3 "Since ancient times, every autumn has been lonely. I say autumn is better than spring." Since ancient times, people often think that autumn is a bleak season, but autumn in my eyes is a beautiful season, because leaves make me have a special liking for autumn.

People often say that I was walking in the bamboo forest when the first leaf fell. A cool breeze blew, and the "shuashua shua" leaves fell with the wind, like a flock of butterflies flying to me, and like a fairy sprinkling beautiful petals in the sky. I was enjoying this beautiful scenery, and I accidentally received an autumn letter-bamboo leaves, with extremely bright colors, dark green with light green and a little black light. It is estimated that this is the traveler's bug footprint. The veins of this bamboo leaf are rough to the touch. I stroked them gently, as if I were stroking a wrinkled grandfather's cheek. Aren't these all traces of its weather-beaten?

Go on, come to Lucky Tree, it's raining in Mao Mao. In the rain curtain, lucky leaves come in droves in the rain, which really smells of autumn. Pick up a lucky leaf, it is like a flower, and five leaves grow from the center of the flower, some like green fans, some like green feathers ... Each leaf is different in size and shape, and it is like wearing a light green coat after being baptized by rain.

I shuttled through the rain of fallen leaves, and pieces of nameless leaves jumped down from the tree, sometimes tumbling, sometimes somersaulting ... just like a dancer dancing gracefully. Its shape is even more unusual. It grows eight leaves from the rhizome, which are almost identical. At this time, the wind mother-in-law seemed to be attracted by this graceful dance elf and followed. The leaves on the ground flew up again, whirled in the air and fell to the ground one by one, immediately turning the earth into colorful clothes. Blink of an eye, the leaves gathered at Mother Tree's feet in small groups, as if protecting every step of Mother Tree.

Although they have landed and their lives are not over yet, they have made a new start and planted vitality for next spring! It is true that fallen leaves are not heartless things, but turn into spring mud to protect trees. If you love autumn, I believe you will also love fallen leaves.

Ye Zhimei Composition 4 Walking on the way home, pieces of fallen leaves fell gently and danced a dance music written in autumn. I picked up a maple leaf, the leaf surface was smooth and flat, and the red color was still bright, but the slightly drooping tip seemed to be singing a sad elegy. I stared at the clearly identifiable thread. go back to the past ...

I saw the vibrant spring, this piece of Ye Er is growing quietly, the bright green color is shining with the luster of life, the birds are singing cheerful tunes and stopping beside it, and its heart is full of bright sunshine.

I saw the scorching summer, and it became mature, shaking its dark green body and whispering to Ye Er nearby. Its shadow was cast on the ground by the sun, quiet and beautiful.

I saw it made a useless and futile attempt before leaving the branch, but it was ruthlessly blown, rotated and dropped by the bleak autumn wind and lay quietly under the roots.

Looking at the dark brown soil under the roots, I feel a kind of melancholy: how many fallen leaves are gently remitted here by the wind every year. Under this seemingly ordinary soil, how many small lives that were once active in spring and summer are buried, one after another. ...

I can't help but think of that poem, "falling red is not a heartless thing, but turning into spring mud protects flowers more." Countless fallen leaves quietly blend into the soil, providing nutrition for the former mother. The next spring, new buds appeared, and there must be their shadows in them.

In this world, how many unknown people have dedicated their lives and youth for freedom, for the country and for the society. Until his death, he will never forget the world where he was born and give everything for her.

Listen, the voice of fallen leaves, "rustling, rustling, rustling", collided in the autumn air, "Ding-dong, Ding-dong, Ding-dong."

The beauty of fallen leaves.

Ye zhimei is 5 days tall, and the clouds are light and the wind is light. When the first magnolia leaves fell, autumn quietly came to the world.

Miss Qiu waved her hand and put on the leaves of Magnolia grandiflora. Pick up a piece and hold it in your hand. I saw an oval blade with a big head, a sharp head and a conical body. Look carefully, these leaves have distinct veins, some have thin stems, some have thick stems, and they are strewn at random, showing a unique beauty. The colors of leaves are varied, yellow-green, brown, dark brown ... from shallow to deep, and from deep to shallow. The gradual change of color makes me marvel at the ingenuity of nature. Look at the reverse side of the leaves of Magnolia grandiflora, which is flawless brown. Leaves and stems are obviously protruding, and dark orange spots extend upward, like good friends holding hands. A gentle touch, a warm and comfortable feeling, like electricity, spread all over the body. Close your eyes, I feel like I'm sitting in a boat, rippling in the boundless ... free!

Miss Qiu waved her hand and the leaves of Magnolia grandiflora fell off. That piece, falling from the sky, fluttering leisurely, like a grown-up child reluctantly left his mother's arms. These chess pieces are naughty, wandering around, drifting east and west, sticking out their tongues at us like little urchins and running away quickly. Some leaves that are not completely withered rustle in the air. They must be telling each other that fallen leaves are not heartless things, but turn into autumn mud to protect flowers. Oh, it turns out that they are repaying the kindness of Dashu's mother! Looking down, the golden leaves all over the ground are dreaming a happy dream, covered with fertile land layer by layer, and filled with deep feelings and feelings. Fallen leaves have no regrets about their choices and will be proud of their lives.

The sky is high and the clouds are light. When the last magnolia leaf falls, autumn quietly leaves this world.

Ye Zhimei's composition arrived at the weekend of June. After lunch, I went for a walk in the small garden downstairs.

Tired of walking, I sat in a chair next to a big tree. I looked up. Today's sun is too poisonous. It just rained yesterday. It is sunny today. There is always a rainbow after the storm. I only heard a whoosh, and waves of naughty winds followed me. The wind blew and the leaves staggered, as if to say goodbye to mother tree. In a short time, he said goodbye to mother tree and began a long fall. It closed like a mimosa; After a while, it shook its body like a dancer and began a beautiful dance; After a while, it made a pattern like a diver and jumped into the water. It makes all kinds of gestures, then hears the rustling sound, and finally spreads its wings like a butterfly and kisses the earth. "Wow, every fallen leaf will be so gorgeous!" I'm not surprised. I sighed. I picked up the fallen leaves and smelled them. I smell its fragrance. I also smell the fragrance of the earth; I smell that he doesn't want to go to the tree mother again. I put it to my ear again Listen, it seems to say, "goodbye, mom and dad." I will become fertilizer and stay with you all the time. Only when I fall can my brothers and sisters live. " I'm a little touched. I put it in my hand and touched it for a while. He is very prickly, his roots are a little yellow, but his body is still dark green. Beside him, I found him carefully cut by scissors. It's really critical. It reminds me of a little poem, which was written by Du Mu, a poet in the Tang Dynasty. The full text is "Hanshan stone path is oblique, and there are people in the depths of white clouds. Stop and sit in the maple forest late, and the frost leaves are red in February. "

I should go, too. I put it gently in the stream and let it start a new and wonderful journey. ...

Leaves are not as beautiful as summer flowers, but they have their own unique charm.

It is the product of autumn withering. Whenever people see it, they will think of its green and bright flowers in summer. Then, I began to sigh: yellow, yellow ... and then fall, just like a gentle and graceful girl dying.

But did you see how it turned yellow? Perhaps, overnight, it changed its clothes. Maybe it will turn yellow today and yellow again tomorrow. Golden and brilliant autumn leaves, under the sunshine, even mature wheat will be ashamed to see it.

In late autumn, when the poet began to recite a beautiful poem, it was also swaying and responding in its own way. Listen, that rustling sound is the best accompaniment.

It's raining, and the cool raindrops hit the autumn leaves. Autumn leaves seem to be washed away by the rain and put on more golden and splendid clothes. When the last wave of cicadas began their swan song, the dead leaves on the tree tried their best to jump out of a tango. The chirping of cicadas and the dancing of dead leaves are used to announce to all things in this world that we still have strength and we can dance.

When the autumn wind is bleak, the pedestrians in the street begin to decrease, the children stop playing around, and the dead leaves understand that they should go. Exhausted their last strength, they worked hard and left the big tree that raised them, falling with the wind, like a Huang Die that had been hidden for a long time and finally resurrected. Then, it fell. On the roadside, they said their final farewell: goodbye, goodbye, goodbye next spring!

In winter, they get into the soil and start burning themselves like wicks to prepare for life in spring.

The beauty, nature and dedication of autumn leaves.

Ye zhimei's composition 8 community is very beautiful. Maple is to tear off a corner of the sun and stick it on the bare trunk; A small river is to cut off a white silk and throw it into a deep ditch; Flowers are fragments of the rainbow in the sky ... the community is a colorful clip art! However, beautiful pictures are sometimes covered with dust-maple leaves are the most disobedient and old enough to visit the soil under the tree. When they go down, they can't get up. Red leaves lose moisture, like the withered palm of an old man, stick to the sidewalk and rot quickly.

Then he appeared. The hair is greasy on the head and bright enough to reflect people. The skin is dark brown and belongs to the same color system as the litter. Those two old sneakers that don't know which age have been on my feet, covered with mud. His left foot is a little lame, and he walks around the community in a cleaning car, dangling like a ridiculous look, like an ink stain splashed on a beautiful picture. He waved a broom and cleaned the road, which was very rhythmic. Although he is short, he empties the trash can quickly. He is very serious. He often squats down and digs the same wrinkled leaves that stick to the ground with wrinkled hands. At that time, he felt like a leaf floating from another place. At noon on weekends, after cleaning, he sat on the side of the road to rest. Next to him stood his child, five or six years old. Father and son are covered with sunshine, which is very comfortable.

I sometimes see some people who are as old and dirty as him, but have healthy bodies begging lazily in the street, and I will think of him. He came all the way to this city. Although his life is hard, he earns a small sum of money and supports himself and his family with his short and disabled body and dead hands.

He is a trivial leaf, wandering in a foreign land, but never decayed, humble but fresh and strong. With his own sweat as nutrition, he will grow into a steady and dignified tree.

This dirty worker makes me feel that fallen leaves are also beautiful!

The Beautiful Composition of Leaves 9 Green leaves are not as beautiful as plum blossoms, nor as delicate as roses, nor as elegant as peonies, but their selfless dedication and obscurity are touching.

In spring, a hundred flowers blossom, and I come to the park to enjoy the flowers. The flowers in the park are dazzling. Wow! This flower stretches its soft waist and is graceful, like a shy little girl; This flower has a short stem. Although it is not as big as the one just now, its petals are flying in the wind one by one, which is extremely soft. Ah! Beautiful flowers, golden stamens, charming flower waves.

Being intoxicated, I suddenly caught a glimpse of a strange flower from the corner of my eye. There seems to be something missing around, ah, green leaves! There are no green leaves beside. Maybe some naughty boy picked it up. Although this flower is big, beautiful and fragrant, it looks lonely without the green leaves. No matter how hard you try to bloom, once you lack green leaves, it will become monotonous. How can we win people's favor?

My heartstrings trembled slightly and my attention began to turn to the green leaves in the flowers. I gently picked a leaf, put it in my hand, and studied it carefully: under the irradiation of sunlight, it glowed with a layer of luster, and green made my eyes shine. The small row of tiny gears beside me scratched my hand, and the prominent veins were one after another, which contained the mystery of life. I can't help smelling it in front of my nose. There is a faint earthy smell on the leaves, which makes me relaxed and happy.

Looking at the green leaves, I can't help thinking: the green leaves give their nutrients to the flowers without reservation, but they don't want beautiful clothes, just contribute in obscurity. As soon as autumn comes, the green leaves turn yellow and melt in the soil after falling. As a fertilizer for flowers, I think of Gong Zizhen's famous sentence: Falling red is not a heartless thing, but turning into spring mud protects flowers more. Many poets praise flowers with poems, but the green leaves never care, and support the cause of flowers with their lives.

Don't people who are as obscure as green leaves need it in today's society? A man should be as obscure as a green leaf, selfless and unrequited.

On this day, I realized the beauty of green leaves.

The beauty of leaves 10 leaves, flowers and leaves, leaves of grass are really ordinary. I am not an expert, I can't tell you their magic, but I know and have seen their beauty.

It's winter in Chongqing, but most of the vegetation is as green as ever. I don't know if it's too pampered to get rid of the habit of withered leaves and long grass in autumn. In autumn in the south, I wonder if there will be sadness and regret that the prosperity can't be seen and the sunset can't be seen in a blink of an eye?

The leaves in northern spring are always noisy and stretched, and there is no depression and loneliness in winter. The whole place is light green. Occasionally, some careless birds knock off a few clusters, but the flowers still bloom in spring.

In summer, the leaves are less childlike in spring and more mature. They feed their mother, and her mother feeds them. Some summer flowers are also in full bloom.

In autumn, busy summer flowers bear fruit, but leaves have to say goodbye to their mothers and feed the next generation, even the next generation. Farewell, mom!

Silent winter has come, and the leaves have already disappeared. For mothers, they are born; For their mother, they died without tears and without regrets. Throw your whole life into prosperity.

Such a beautiful and short-lived leaf may feed a thousand-year-old tree from generation to generation. Its beauty is to be more beautiful.

Great life is brilliant and short. The tiny lines on the green leaves flow with the message of life; Dead leaves once existed, but life is gone.

Then turn your eyes to the north. If it weren't for the temperature and sunshine, they wouldn't walk so fast. It is not their nature to be so dazzling and disappear silently.

Not everyone can give everything like leaves, but leaves can do it when necessary.

Everything is for everyone, this is the beauty of leaves.

Ye Zhimei's composition 1 1 Autumn leaves are the most beautiful. They are varied and varied. But my favorite fallen leaves are colored. Now let's enjoy the beauty of fallen leaves together!

Colorful fallen leaves are really beautiful! There are many colors, some are purple; There are orange ones; And the charm of China red. Colorful fallen leaves are like a beautiful watercolor painting. One of the fallen leaves has a charming color. Look! Like a green sword and a duckling's foot, it is both pleasing to the eye and pleasing to the eye!

Fallen leaves have different shapes, such as heart-shaped, sword-shaped and octopus-shaped, which little boys like. One of the fallen leaves is duck's foot-shaped, with a light green edge, and the leaves show appreciation, concern and pride. It seems to say to passers-by:' Come on! Come and see me! "You see, how cute I am ..."

Hoo-a gust of wind is blowing. Fallen leaves float down and swirl, just like yellow butterflies flying in the air. How beautiful! But they left their mother who grew up with them. Although we can't see that he is sad, we can think of his sadness from his heart. It seems to say: hey! I left my mother ...''

Although it left its mother, it is silently contributing; When he was young, he played and chatted with his mother. When it was young, the branches grew bigger and bigger, sheltering people from the wind and rain. When it is old, it silently dedicates itself, leaves its mother, and grows up in the embrace of Mother Earth. Just like a great fireman, he neglected himself in order to help others.

As the saying goes, falling red is not a heartless thing, but turning into spring mud protects flowers more. We should think of others as fallen leaves. Although every leaf has left its mother, it will return to the embrace of Mother Earth and thrive. ...

Ye zhimei's composition 12 a butterfly with broken wings that can't find flowers will never see it wither ...-inscription

Leaves fall and fade like flowers. Although they have endless desolation of parting and termination, they also reveal the unique beauty of vicissitudes. My original work is a butterfly with broken wings and dead leaves, which makes the beauty of life bloom with the fallen leaves?

Once upon a time, a bud was bathed in spring breeze and sunshine and thrived on the branches. It looked down at the fallen leaves with buds under the tree and was proud of their withering and desolation. It stretches, rotates and sings on the branches. How many days and nights, how many times of wind and rain, poured the years into the thick veins, of course, the vicissitudes of mature years also precipitated on the leaves. You see, from the tip to the end, it is dark green. It no longer sings in the morning light, but prefers to meditate in the sunset.

The tree wants to be quiet, but the wind never stops.

When the last autumn wind swept the earth dyed red by the sunset, it also trembled and withered. "Pa" a crunchy, so off guard to end his life. He didn't cry, he didn't sob, he just drifted down quietly with the wind, drawing a big or small arc, but he couldn't reach a satisfactory ending. There are always regrets in life, aren't there? It just smiled, smiling very contentedly, and it was so brilliant and beautiful against the setting sun.

It looked up at the distant treetops, silently thanking and remembering, thanking God for letting him drift slowly, and letting it remember the scars that the buds, catkin spring breeze and night wind mixed with sand scraped on it. ...............................................................................................................

When you land, all the dust must be. A dead-leaf butterfly with broken wings stopped at the treetop where he had grown, and the sunset spilled, reflecting the vicissitudes of beauty on the butterfly wings.

Ye zhimei's composition 13 autumn rain is like a pearl with a broken line. One by one, they fell from the air and hit the treetops. Pieces of golden leaves fall down, which is a symbol of autumn. At this time, the tree has put on a new hat to welcome this harvest season. On Saturday afternoon, the weather was gloomy and there was no sunshine. From time to time, there will be a cold wind blowing, which makes people tremble.

The wind gently patted the leaves on the branches, and the leaves slowly left the branches and fell to the ground. After a while, a small rain line floated in the sky, and they landed on those golden leaves, making them stick to the earth tightly. After a while, the rain gradually became rapid and dense, and the wind was much stronger. It hit the branches hard, making the leaves that have not turned yellow completely fall down reluctantly, covering a corner of the university playground. The promenade over there is particularly quiet. The top of the corridor is densely covered with golden leaves, and there are many leisurely people under the leaves. This long leaf top is particularly conspicuous on the playground. From a distance, it looks like a golden hat on a stone pillar.

At this moment, the path outside the playground is also unique. It is hard to imagine that this path is paved with hard and cold cement. Now it looks like a long carpet made of leaves. The leaves are arranged in disorder, but they are not aesthetically pleasing. Some yellow leaves in the middle are mixed with green, while others change from green to yellow like a gradual change. The rain sticks them together and treads on them gently, which may be another masterpiece of the wind. As the saying goes: an autumn rain is a cold. I remember those leaves that were densely covered with branches. After this cold, they all reluctantly left the branch. The letter "Leaves are Autumn" tells the joys and sorrows of autumn. It not only tells us the arrival of autumn, but also makes us feel the unique charm of autumn. Leaves with different shapes but the same color on the ground add a lot of bright colors in this gloomy weather. The beauty of leaves, as long as you put your heart into it, will always be found.

Ye Zhimei's composition 14 is finished, and I walk home alone. I'm depressed because I didn't do well in the exam.

I lowered my head and kicked a stone. "Cha", I heard a soft sound, and a fallen leaf floated to my shoes. I picked up this elf and studied it carefully.

This fallen leaf has a broken horn and even a few bug eyes. But this does not affect its beauty. Every fallen leaf is not perfect. Different imperfections create unique leaves, and its beauty lies in uniqueness.

Perhaps this is the incomplete beauty of fallen leaves!

Close to the nose, a faint smell, a faint fragrance wafted over, and my heart suddenly calmed down a lot. Although this fallen leaf has left the embrace of the tree, it still exudes fragrance and still shows its unique charm. I gently stroked this fallen leaf and admired it.

Perhaps this is the beauty of the fragrance of fallen leaves!

Fallen leaves jump into the soil just to return to the roots as fertilizer, to make their mothers stronger and the new leaves sprouting next year greener. "Falling red is not heartless, but turning into spring mud is more protective of flowers." Even though this leaf is fragile, it still wants to do its little to repay the big tree that gave birth to it.

Perhaps, this is the beauty of dedication of fallen leaves!

Huh? The two sides of this fallen leaf are actually different! The color of the leaves is very light, and the veins are deep. The back is very dark, and the roots of the veins protrude like relief. Smooth, rough, dim and bright.

Perhaps, this is the beauty of the difference of fallen leaves!

Looking up, I found that more leaves were blown off and flying with the wind. Pieces fall leisurely, like a flock of butterflies rushing into the earth, and like a fairy in a skirt falling from the sky. I was so absorbed that I stood still, but the troubles that bothered me had disappeared without a trace.

Perhaps this is the comforting beauty of fallen leaves!

Beauty, in fact, is around, depending on whether you find it. I take this fallen leaf and intend to use it as a bookmark to witness this poetic autumn.

The autumn wind blows, and the autumn leaves fall one after another, like beautiful girls dancing butterflies and scattered flowers, leaving a beautiful back. Squat down silently, pick up a mottled fallen leaf and put it in your palm, counting the messy but regular lines on it, like human blood vessels and meridians, giving life to each leaf. Look up at the red leaves all over the sky and smile. The beauty of fallen leaves has always remained in my heart.

The fallen leaves in the morning glow are not magnificent, but a kind of leisure and tranquility, as if she had just woken up. She gently waved goodbye to the branches, even though she jumped off the treetops, followed her, lonely and snuggled up to the roots, chic and indifferent. She seems to understand that people have a home, and so do leaves. So she has no regrets and watchfulness, and she has no persistence and desire. A fresh fit is indifferent.

Gently pick a fallen leaf, cover one eye and take a deep breath. This is the smell of autumn. Close your eyes and feel with your heart. Suddenly, I heard Richard Clayderman's Whispering in Autumn. His music was simple and comfortable, and unconsciously, it brought me to another brand-new world. Intoxicated

It's getting darker and darker, and I feel more and more sad when I look at the fallen leaves. Bow your head, frown and ponder. Stepping on the fallen leaves on the ground made an unusually crisp "click" sound. Is that the sound of broken leaves? I feel a little sorry again. Sigh, think of the poem "Lonely phoenix tree deep courtyard locks clear autumn". He also gently recited Ouyang Xiu's Ode to Autumn Sound, "The wind is green and the beautiful trees are lush and pleasant; When the grass is brushed, it will change color, and the wood will fall off when touched. " "Its meaning is gloomy, and the mountains and rivers are lonely." Fallen leaves lie on the ground, pedestrians pass by in a hurry, and no one pays attention to the small leaves under their feet. But they didn't cry, they were just quiet. Fate has taught them to be strong, even if they are black and blue. Life, eternity; Life will never wither

It's getting late and the setting sun is radiant, deep and bright. Tiny leaves are also majestic in an instant, like a giant with indomitable spirit, and the faint sadness has vanished. Now I just want to scream in the sky, strong and fierce. Under the setting sun, I radiate my own light and live my own wonderful life. I want to rush into the fallen leaves, hug them and laugh in the air.

The beauty of fallen leaves is quiet and intense, sad and cheerful. This kind of beauty, splashing and extremely beautiful, is a pleasing gold. This kind of beauty will always stay in my heart.