Fairy tales about autumn

Autumn came, and a red maple leaf was gently blown to the ground by a gust of wind. An old man picked it up.

"What a beautiful maple leaf this is." The old man sighed. Then, take it home and put it on the table beside the bed.

The weather is getting colder and colder, and fewer and fewer people walk outside at night. The old man walked from street to street, from street to street, until there was no one in the street, and he walked home slowly.

The old man's home is very big. However, he is the only one at home.

He opened the book, but his eyes soon dried up; He turned on the radio, which was full of songs that young people liked. He turned on the TV again, but it had been broken for a long time. Finally, he sat down. Sit on the rattan chair beside the bed and pick up the red maple leaves. He likes red because he is a child. He likes red clothes, red shoes, red hats, red collars, mangroves, and a girl whose face is always red. Although he is old, he still likes it. Facing the red maple leaf in his hand, he wants to know why he likes red so much all his life. If it was because of the passion of youth, what about now?

"Maybe it's just a habit." After muttering about the red maple leaf on his opponent, he went to bed. However, the next morning, he never got up again. Soon, the son came back, the daughter came back, the grandchildren came back, and his friends and students. These people soon filled his big empty house. They held a grand memorial service for him to commemorate his outstanding achievements before his death.

The old man was buried with dignity. His children began to pack up his relics, furniture, calligraphy and painting, books and so on. Of course, they also found the red maple leaf on the table, but they didn't care about anyone and threw it out of the window.

A young man is sitting not far from the old man, writing a letter to a beautiful girl. Maple leaves, gently falling on his letterhead.

"This must be a gift from God." The young man said to himself happily. Then, put it in the envelope

In the afternoon, the girl read a letter from a young man in her garden.

"Poor man." She sighed in her heart, folded the letter again, and then sat in the chair under Bai Yutang and looked at the red maple leaf for a long time. Later, she got up from her chair, borrowed a flower hoe from the gardener, and buried the letter with the maple leaves under a blooming camellia tree.

When the sunset clouds scattered in the sky, a magnetic voice came from the living room. Hearing the sound, the girl's heart thumped and nervously pulled the sweater embroidered with lotus leaf lace. That voice belongs to her sweetheart. She has liked him for a long time, but she has been afraid to confess. At the moment, the young man who wrote the letter is leaning against the window, looking at the sunset glow, looking forward to receiving the girl's reply tomorrow. He wrote many letters to her. He thought that the red maple leaf on the stationery might make him get the favor of the god of love.

In the evening, a mouse passed by the girl's garden. Its keen sense of smell smells the newly ploughed soil. It thought it was a seed buried there, but it found a letter and a red maple leaf.

"I don't need a letter or an envelope. But maybe I can take this maple leaf home and play with the children. " So, it left with the maple leaf. However, when it passed the huge statue in the city center, a cat suddenly jumped out of the corner. The mouse was so scared that it dropped the red maple leaf and ran away. The red maple leaf on the left floated up and slowly landed on the statue's big feet. There is a tramp sitting there.

"Oh, what's that on my face?" He shouted angrily and grabbed the red maple leaf from his face.

"It's a leaf." He muttered to himself, and when he was about to knead into a ball, he seemed to remember something. He held it up and watched it carefully under the dim street light.

"It's another year when the maple leaves are red." He said softly. Then, look up to the north. That is the direction of his hometown. He thought of the maple in his hometown. In late autumn, the maple turned the whole village into a red sea. As long as the wind blows, those red maple leaves will sing and dance, and fall gracefully on the grass, shrubs, or passers-by's head, clothes, or even on his face like the one in his hand. It has been many years since he left his hometown. He has not seen the maple leaves all over the mountain for many years, and he has not thought about the maple leaves in his hometown for many years. However, on this cold night, he thought of them and the red ocean. Also, he used to stand under the maple tree at the entrance of the village and wait for his mother.

Late at night, the tramp fell asleep. In his dream, he sang and ran to a sunshine avenue with maple trees on both sides. Red maple trees, they make the sky red, the avenue red, the tramp red and his dream red. He feels very warm. And the maple leaf in his palm also feels very warm, which is the first time that it has a warm heart feeling after leaving his mother.