Essay 900 words, the taste of autumn

Closing the book of poems in his hand, he gently placed it on the desk, and walked to the window with a steaming cup of coffee. The remnant sun in the west sky is like blood, and the breeze blows across the face, feeling so comfortable.

The leaves swayed in the wind. Suddenly, a leaf was blown away from the embrace of the tree by the wind, and circled quietly in the air, gently fluttering in the wind, like a butterfly about to die flying in the air, and finally falling to the ground in a graceful arc. At that moment, the heartstrings were touched, it turned out that this is the way it chooses in the face of death, even if it comes to the end of its life, it must show its most beautiful side, and does not want to leave with any regrets.

The wind continued to blow, and the leaves fell one by one, and the cherry blossoms seemed to be infected and fell with the wind. Watching the withered flowers fall poignantly, I realized that autumn had already come unconsciously, the leaves were yellow, and the flowers were defeated. This is a colorful, bleak and bleak season, but also a season full of poetry, how many poets and painters have chanted and painted for it.

Perhaps only in such a season can people calm down and think about problems and comprehend life.

Gently stir the coffee in your hand with a spoon, take a sip, and return to your intestines, the fragrance is smooth and refreshing, and it has more charm because of the light bitterness. A faint bitterness, astringency and depression, maybe this is the taste of autumn.

Raising his head and looking at the flying flakes in front of him, he couldn't help but think of Daiyu's "Funeral Flower Words", and remembered Daiyu's desolate eyes that couldn't see through the autumn water. This weak woman who "has a better heart than Gan, and is as sick as Xizi wins three points", is like that piece of broken flowers and leaves, once lived so passionately in pursuit of free love with Baoyu, even if she finally paid the price of her life for this relationship, she still has no regrets, she left the world so peacefully, maybe she has already seen through life and death. She used her life to perfectly interpret the true meaning of "life is as gorgeous as summer flowers, and death is as quiet and beautiful as autumn leaves".

As soon as he thought of Daiyu's slender hands sprinkled with flowers, he whispered softly: "The flowers are full of flowers, who is sorry for the red fragrance?" The gossamer is soft and fluttering the champs, and the flocculent is lightly stained with the embroidery curtain.

That touching scene, there was an indescribable taste in my heart, and the corners of my eyes were wet. The beauty is gone, but the fragrance is still there.

Perhaps, only fallen leaves can be regarded as true wise men. Being able to face the intertwined life and death so calmly, perhaps they have already understood the philosophy that "death is the highest state of life". Yesterday's bloom is for today's fall, and today's fall is for tomorrow's bloom.

Flowers bloom and fall, year after year. In fact, as long as you walk in the world once, why bother with life and death. Life and death are just the cycle of life.

Why not bloom the flowers of life, pursue the fragrance of life, and feel the fragrance of life.

The coffee has been drunk, but its taste is endless, penetrating into the mind and even the soul.

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