Essay Dialogue between Fallen Leaves and Big Trees October 22, 2012 Before 7:15 a.m. There is a boun

If the motherland was a big tree, Hong Kong was once a fallen leaf.

A hundred years of shame, a hundred years of vicissitudes, a hundred years of withering, just for that moment, for that second of excitement when the leaves fall back to their roots.

A hundred years ago, a cannon burst the annual rings of the big tree, and when the stem of the big tree was still half asleep, it scraped away the leaves of the big tree - Hong Kong. Hong Kong, the distribution center of foreign exchanges, controls it, and controls the veins of the tree. The weak Qing ** gave up one of her leaves, one of her children, but only returned to a temporary stability.

How cruel the colonial rule was to the mother tree, her children could not learn her culture correctly and comprehensively from an early age, her children could not be educated by her from an early age, her children rarely even spoke her language, a kind of deep-rooted history of the motherland tree was uprooted by the colonial rule, and instead became their leaves and slaves to their culture.

The tree can no longer die silently, and the facts have proved that the tree will accumulate strength in the new era, in the silence of the past hundred years, and explode once. A better way to solve the problem of fallen leaves returning to the roots of large trees. Perhaps, colonial rule has become accustomed to them, but economy, interests, and material things cannot replace a warm home or the embrace of a big tree.

So he chose, and so did the tree: reunion. Under the big tree, the mother's selfless love can give him great support, the inclination of policies, material support, and economic interconnection, all of which show the determination of the tree to unify and the majesty of standing among the nations of the world as a great country.

In Hong Kong, the joy of fallen leaves and trees is the last wish of history, and the work we have completed is an indispensable part of a historical process and a natural process.

Please see, on the lush grasslands of Inner Mongolia, the herdsmen are excited to chase after me and run to tell each other; On Wutai Mountain, Buddhists clasp their palms together and pray; Under the snow-capped Mount Everest, the Tibetan compatriots on the banks of the Yarlung Zangbo River are singing and dancing; In the humble shed, construction workers raise their glasses in celebration; At the foot of Taihang Mountain, a small courtyard of a farmhouse is crowded with villagers with long necks and pu fans in their hands, and they are competing to appreciate the grand occasion next to the simple TV; In the desert, the sound of drumming shook the heavens and the earth; There is also a foreign couple pushing a doll in a cart in the square, holding a bright five-star red flag; Look at the fallen leaves that once drifted, and they are full of vitality again under the embrace of ...... big trees

The same sky, the same dream. It was an exciting time to remember. On the day of the 10th anniversary of the fall of the leaves, we relived the mood of that moment, regained the shame of a hundred years of withering, and rewrote the cheerful mood of the great tree of the republic.

There is no doubt, no confusion, the uncertainty about the future of the fallen leaves has been interpreted today, and it has been verified in the past ten years. The choice of our mother tree and the choice of leaves are not wrong, and we will accumulate new strength and new excitement on this root-based and beautiful road.

Don't believe me! The rustle of leaves as the breeze blows.

Wu Xinwei, Songjiang District Committee of the China Democratic National Construction Association).

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Theme Analysis: Disobedient Little Tree: The small tree hates to be watered, so it does not grow much, and the big tree patiently persuades it to ......

Teacher-student friendship: The little tree worships the big tree as a teacher, and the big tree guides the little tree to grow ......

The small tree is self-reliant: The big tree shelters the small tree with shade, and the small tree decides to stand on its own and escapes from the sheltered ......

Little Tree's Worries: The big tree has been cut by a child since he was a child, and the little tree is also worried about his own fate......

Parting: After planting the small tree, the big tree is cut down to make wood, and the small tree is very lonely, and the big tree is sorry to say goodbye to ......

Fan Wen: Quarrel.

On the side of the road, there was a big tree, which had been standing there for many years, its bark gradually falling off, and beside it, a small tree had recently been planted. The owner is very fond of the small tree, and often fertilizes and waters the small tree.

One day, when the big tree woke up, he looked at the little tree around him that was nourished by nourishment and water, and was very unhappy, and said to himself: "I have been here for so many years, and the master has not been so good to me, why is he so good to this little villain?" It's unfair! ”

It happened that Xiaoshu woke up, and when he heard Dashu's exclamation, he yelled at Dashu: "You big ugly ghost, why are you jealous of me and slandering your master here?" Look at me, slender, full of green leaves, everyone likes me when they see me, and of course the master is kind to me.

Look at yourself again, the bark is still falling off, ugly to death. ”

The tree was even more angry, and the two trees looked at each other angrily, and if they could move, they would definitely fight. In this way, the big tree and the little tree quarrel every day, endlessly, and passers-by pass by here, and when they see them arguing, they will also cast disgusted eyes and leave quickly.

One day, the owner came to fertilize the little tree again, and when he heard the noise between the big tree and the small tree, he reprimanded them: "The little tree is too small and needs nourishment and water, so I fertilize and water the little tree more." Big tree, when you were young, didn't I do the same to you?

Have you forgotten? The little tree is too impolite, and he should be respectful to the big tree, how can he be rude to the big tree like this?

I planted you here to cool off passers-by, to contribute to everyone, and now you are arguing all day long, and passers-by will only feel disgusted when they pass by here, aren't you all useless? ”

The big tree and the little tree looked at each other and felt that the master's words made sense. The two trees apologized to each other and reconciled. Passers-by will feel very comfortable passing by here, and they will inevitably stay under the trees for a while. Big Tree and Little Tree couldn't help but smile when they saw their contributions.

Overnight, the ground is full of fallen leaves, the autumn season has passed, I haven't gone out to feel the cold air pressure, when it is late autumn, the weather in the north seems to be able to only describe the cold, I walked hard in the wind, the body in the autumn wind, it was a lonely cold, I want to hug him tightly, because the warmth can go straight to the heart, I stepped on the fallen leaves all over the ground, as if I smelled some kind of inexplicable desolation, picked up a most complete leaf, attached to the chest, pinned my thoughts on you, so, A smile welled up on my lips, and when we held hands and walked among the fallen leaves, perhaps it was the best autumn harvest for me.

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1) The first person: Changing the environment can change the state of existence.

1 To be flexible - if you are poor, you will change, and if you change the version, you will change.

Autumn leaves.

Autumn, the season of harvest, the season of gold, is as lovely as spring, as enthusiastic as summer, and as charming as winter.

Summer passed, and the autumn wind gusted, and the fallen leaves fluttered, like golden butterflies falling on my face, body, and feet, and in the small river next to the trees, as if they were golden boats. If the swallow is the messenger of spring, then the fallen leaves should be the "naughty child" of autumn.

I think autumn is even more beautiful than spring!

Look, there was a big leaf falling down over there, and I hurriedly ran over and stretched out my hands to catch it. Ha, that leaf is like a golden "boat", it may want to throw itself into the arms of the river! So, I gently lowered it into the creek, and the water rattled as if to applaud in welcome.

The boat "spun briskly, and as if to say goodbye to me, it began its interesting voyage."

I was in a reverie "small" away from my back, and another leaf like a willow leaf fell on the surface of my feet, I picked it up and looked, ah! It's still green. I guessed in my heart:

It probably saw the sisters falling one after another, and also wanted to play on the ground, so it couldn't help but jump off the treetops! ”

The autumn wind blew up another fallen leaf, and the tree was like a little paratrooper flying in the air. The autumn wind blew it, and came to Tian Liang's repentance field, the peasants on the ground were harvesting, and the sorghum was holding the red fire high, standing there majestically, the wind was blowing, and the sorghum was swaying, like a child who had just learned to walk.

Autumn is coming to an end, and I treasure a few yellow leaves to welcome a more beautiful golden autumn.

As I walked, I also found the maple leaf, which was dyed by the autumn sun and blown by the autumn wind.

When a breeze blew, the red maple leaves moved, and gradually, some of the red maple leaves fell with the wind, as if they were the shadows left by the autumn girl. They seem to be reluctant to give up their mother maple leaves, and from time to time they shake their hands, and these maple leaves fly there like little birds. Finally, lie quietly on the grass.

At this time, I couldn't help but think of a poem "Mountain Walk" written by the great poet Li Bai: Far up the cold mountain stone path slopes, there are people in the depths of the white clouds. Parking sits in love with the maple forest in the evening, and the frost leaves are red in February flowers.

The maple leaf is composed of leaf stalk and leaf veins, the stalk of the maple leaf is red, the shape of the leaf looks like a human hand, its edge is a little prickly, look carefully, you can see the faint leaf vein, smell it, there is a clear fragrance, make people feel refreshed.

Oh, autumn is coming, and the autumn leaves are already floating all over the ground, and each leaf carries thin droplets of water, as if it is a tear of gratitude for the return of the fallen leaves to their roots, and the fallen leaves lie down quietly in this room, at the feet of the mother tree.

In my eyes, autumn is a festival where the earth and the leaves meet. Some of them danced and threw themselves into the bosom of the earth, while others roamed the sky and began their own thrilling voyage.

One day, I rode my bicycle to a small park, which was bordered by a natural lake with a few pots of small flowers and many large trees that bloomed alone. The breeze blows, and the air is filled with the aroma of flowers and plants, which is really interesting. At this moment, a small leaf fell from the sky, and I hurriedly stepped forward, stretched out my hands, and caught this cute little thing.

I compare the leaves of several large trees to help them find their "home". But after looking for a long time and finding nothing, I seem to have lost confidence, maybe this is an "orphan". I picked up the poor leaf and looked at it carefully, it looked like a little fan, a bit like a ginkgo biloba, but it wasn't.

It also has a very beautiful coat, you see, it's red in yellow, yellow in red, as if it's wearing a sweater, it's so beautiful! It's slippery and cool to the touch, as if even small ants can skate on it. This is ......I smell a faint fragrance, what is it?

I wondered.

Could it be that the scent is emitted by the leaves? I couldn't believe that the leaf in my hand could have such a big charm, but I couldn't help but put it in front of my nose, oh my God, it really is! I was amazed that a single leaf could emit such a charming fragrance.

But it's so fragrant, isn't it ......

I thought as I walked towards the little tree by the lake, it was amazing! I helped it find a home! I was overjoyed, but I was a little reluctant to think that this cute little thing was about to leave me.

But I can't help it, I know that it also needs a "home", so I have to reluctantly put it in the branches, although it has withered and yellowed, but at least it can still feel the warmth of home.

I think: people often praise the beauty of flowers, the tall and straight trees, and the selfless devotion of grass, but they never see the charm of leaves, but in my heart, leaves are also the most beautiful.

I love the leaves, and I love the autumn leaves even more.

On Saturday, I came to the park to observe the autumn foliage of this skillful hand. The leaves in the park are in a variety of shapes, some like palms, some like fans; The leaves also vary in color, with burgundy, yellow, green, ......

As soon as I entered the park, the first thing I saw was the ginkgo tree. I looked up at the leaves of the ginkgo tree, which had turned yellow, dancing under the "command" of the autumn wind. A ginkgo biloba leaf playfully flew over my head, and I took it to observe it carefully, and its edges were a little irregularly edged and angular, like a fan, which was beautiful.

I walked further and saw the tall plane trees. I picked up a sycamore leaf on the ground, and the leaf was yellow, withered, and the size of the palm of my hand. The broad leaves are trefoil-shaped with jagged edges.

Its veins are very clear, with fine lines on both sides of the main veins. These veins are the "capillaries" of the sycamore tree, which absorbs nutrients from the earth and exudes fresh oxygen to nature.

Next to the plane tree are two maple trees, and the maple leaves have quietly turned burgundy with the seasons. From a distance, the red leaves are like small flames, and against the backdrop of the late autumn sky, they look extremely gorgeous. The maple leaf is about the same size as the sycamore leaf, it has five leaves, the two leaves on the far side are small, the two on the middle are medium, and the middle one is the longest and the largest, especially like the palm of the hand.

I also saw a lot of autumn leaves, pine leaves that were as sharp as needles, holly leaves that were evergreen, willow leaves that were drying up...Kuanyun....

I love autumn and even more so for its varied and colorful leaves.