Falling leaves are not only in autumn after reading? Reading Falling Leaves has feelings

When I was very young, I knew the truth that "falling leaves know autumn", and it seemed that the green of the trees should naturally disappear in autumn. Therefore, it is always a shame to believe that the natural death of life is always a kind of regret, such as the leaves of a tree that fall helplessly wither.

One summer day, I went for a walk in a small forest alone. A leaf fell lightly into my hairline, and then it was a patch of green green, and death and fear passed over my heart; It turns out that a lush leaf can fall in summer, and the leaves don't just fall in autumn!

I thought that when I was young, it was like a long walk that could be walked slowly, and a very hearty ** could be listened to over and over again, and I rarely thought about what to grasp in particular, or what to cherish in particular. Many things are squandered, and many things are given up, such as time, love, ideals, career. Look at the figure that is still walking like flying in the sun, and there are no regrets.

Dafan sees life as a natural process of perfection, and the rings are slowly sewn together, and life is a kind of passivity rather than agency. This kind of person does not spend a short time creating something, but spends a lot of time waiting for something. When I was young, if I thought that life was a distant journey, that could withstand careless delays, like a summer leaf leisurely gazing at autumn, then, if not that it was a mediocrity, at least, I dare say that no miracles would happen in such a life, or no miracles at the age when miracles should have happened.

A leaf can sprout green before spring comes, or it can wither after autumn, which is the true continuation of life. The same can be true of human life, if one wills.

You can search on the Internet, it is very likely that there is a feeling after reading this article, I haven't read this article. It's not good.

The wind picked up and slid slowly. You can only feel it, but you can't see it or catch it. The autumn wind swept and the leaves on the trees rustled. The leaves have fallen? No, I think it's to "turn into spring mud and protect the flowers".

Look at the leaves on the tree now: layered and verdant, I know that this is to enrich the mother; At the last moment of life and death, it is easy to fall in the wind and rain and start and bury it deep in ......the soil

In the spring rain, you poke out of the texture like a head, and add a green to the world. Little by little, little by little, it slowly grew up and became a bright one in the spring. Scenery.

Under the scorching sun, you shelter people from the wind and rain, and generously give a piece of greenery. Not for the uncertain weather, in the midst of the storm, you seem to become more determined.

The time of life is so short, and in the blink of an eye, the autumn breeze is blowing. The sunset poured in from the sparse foliage, casting the shadows of the trees on the ground. The wind and the leaves collide to create the most beautiful music, showing the mystery and harmony of nature, like an old mother babbling the language of endless love......The wind has not stopped, but the ...... has ended

The autumn leaves, inch by inch, sink into the soil, in fact, it has become a part of the tree again, but it is just invisible. The wanderer in the painting walked farther and farther, but still walked in his hometown.

The sentence lamenting the autumn leaves is as follows:

1. After a rain, I was stunned when I left the house, and the leaves all over the ground felt like autumn.

2. I still like the feeling that the ground is full of ** leaves in late autumn.

3. The fallen leaves on the ground that were trampled on a rainy day in November, the bare and dull side streets in the evening, and the cold of the house without the slightest heat even though the radiator was hot, made me still unable to like winter.

4. After a rain in Beijing today, the leaves are falling all over the ground, but fortunately, I photographed my favorite ginkgo tree on the weekend.

5. Fallen leaves after a winter rain. I didn't like autumn and winter before, and I was always depressed when I saw the fallen leaves and hail books all over the ground, but now I finally know how to appreciate the beauty of autumn and winter.

6. The sun is just right at noon, the ground is full of golden leaves, riding a bicycle, the wind blows through the hair, and the windbreaker is blown and bulging, like a magic cloak, I feel that I am still a boy chasing the wind.

7. The rain accompanies people to walk, and the fallen leaves all over the ground become sofas, umbrellas, and shoes separate all this.

8. In the morning, the door is covered with frost, and no one sweeps the fallen leaves in the courtyard. In front of the small garden, cabbage was pulled, and pork stewed vermicelli was made at night.

9. It's late autumn again. Xiangling Beijing is the city. Ginkgo biloba leaves all over the ground. Stir-fried chestnuts in sugar, snowballs in sugar, shabu-shabu in a copper pot, roast leg of lamb and barbecue season.

10, Yuan Li Hong: This temperature, this gust of wind, this point and the fallen leaves on the ground are too suitable for sitting on the side of the road and drinking.

Whenever the earth is surrounded by gold, the cool breeze blows through the forest, stirring up layers of golden waves, and the fragrance of fruits wafts in the wind, it is a beautiful autumn.

However, in this beautiful autumn picture, there is also the indispensable fallen leaves. Under the blowing of the autumn wind, they are like golden butterflies falling from the treetops, flying and hovering in the air, and the bright boy shows his beautiful dancing posture, and then quietly falls to the ground.

This scene seems to be a little bleak, a little bleak. They fall from the treetops, which means that their lives are coming to an end, and they are coming to an end. They have gone through a lot from flourishing to aging, from growing to passing, and the years have taken away their youth and made them old.

Respectfully. However, they are not forgetting to think about the next generation. They float to the ground, blend into the spring mud, and turn into nourishment, nourishing the new leaves'Grow. I believe that when spring comes, countless new green leaves will grow on the branches, which is the continuation of their life and the sublimation of love.

The author must have admired the spirit of falling leaves very much, so he wrote "Falling Leaves". And what I admire most in the article is the great selfless spirit contained in the small fallen leaves. They were the ones who made me understand:

Human life is as short as a leaf, and it should be cherished and dedicated. Learn the spirit of selfless dedication of fallen leaves, care more about others, use your own strength to illuminate a life full of hope, and make a short life meaningful!