If you say that the beautiful scenery in spring makes people nostalgic, then the unique feelings of maple leaves in autumn make me feel moved. I am so moved by the poem: "Stop the car and sit in love with the maple forest late, frost leaves are redder than February flowers ." The influence is too deep. I have always loved maple leaves, love the redness of the mountains and fields, and I hold a maple leaf with my hands. I stare softly. Under the sunlight, my meridians are bright and colorful. In an instant, my thoughts fly, feeling the warmth and the voluptuous wish.
Everyone says that spring flowers and autumn moons are good, but I love the redness of this autumn leaves alone. In the morning glow, the red is brilliant, in the bright sun, the red is dazzling, when it is drooping, the red is deep, I just find a place to sit down or walk towards the overlapping, and I actually find that I have fallen so many beautiful memories, the ups and downs of surprises, which makes me inadvertently love the maple leaves deeper and deeper. The red leaves float lightly in the autumn breeze, falling love for fallen leaves all over the ground, the lovesickness of falling leaves, the lovesickness of maple leaves, the red leaves seem to understand people's thoughts, and recall the dreams of spring, the romance of summer, the ripening of autumn, and the hiddenness of winter.
The maple leaves are red; the wind blows away the lush greenery of your past, and the clusters of red leaves, high and low, I want to kiss and embrace and embrace the red leaves under the autumn sun, and the red leaves burning life are accompanied by a romantic feeling. The red leaves are beautiful in the autumn wind, and I am romantic because of the red leaves. The red leaves are like songs and chants, chanting the love story of "The west wind is tight and the north is flying south, and who is drunk in the maple forest when the morning comes." The red leaves are like dreams and illusions, embodying the bitter love of "the leaves float away with the dreams in a flash, and they are silent when they see each other and cry." The red leaves are like poems and picturesque, condensed into "Looking at a tree of frost leaves from afar, like the red mountains and elixirs in the drunkenness. People's love must be placed in the ruthless vicissitudes to appear crystal clear." The red maple leaves, like flames, hold the following words: "The huge waves hold the plain hand, the soft waves carry the lonely boat, the drizzle shakes the sun and the moon, never stop." The maple leaves hold such a poem like flames, becoming an immortal image that will always ripple in my heart.
The maple leaves are red; the romance is filled with fire, and the redness is everywhere in the mountains, like a vivid oil painting, as beautiful as a cloud, and like a beautiful poem, salvaging the eyebrows and eyes of memory in the gentleness, and then rub it into a warmth, gracefully turning into a ray of fragrance. "The cold mountains turn green, and the autumn water is gurgling" is the whisper of Wang Wei . "Looking at the red mountains, the forests are dyed, and all kinds of frost are free in the sky." It is Mao Zedong's passion, and I am chanting the sigh of "Qian knows the beginning, Kun makes things, Qian makes it easy to know, Kun makes it simple and capable." Put yourself into the embrace of nature, lean over, lower your eyebrows, and gently pick up a maple leaf. The veins left by the years are also easy to walk along the fingertips to the desolation of your heart. In this red leaves all over the mountain, you will find a moment of tranquility in your heart. When I caress the maple leaves, my heart waves will be extremely rippling: passion will burn the fire, autumn colors will surge in front of you, autumn sounds will sing in your ears, and autumn smells will be intoxicated in your heart.
The maple leaves are red; it seems so transparent in the bleakness, "The maple fragrance is quiet in the evening, and the brocade water and the shadow of the mountains in the south." The color of the maple dyes a delicate and transparent heart, wanders in the embrace of autumn, listens to the dialogue between the leaves and the wind, and is familiar with the heart, happily sticking to a sense of peace, little bits of pleasing red leaves, showing us the beauty of the season, showing the brilliance of life, thousands of bright reds, carefully reading the texture and veins of a red leaf, its upward and persistence, twists and turns, fragility and sorrow are like a note dancing with the symphony of life, like a flame burning with passion, like a page Carrying the history of ups and downs, and I am thinking, romantic and lonely because of reading such a red leaf. Every year, I look at the red leaves full of sad stories,
Time leads me to slowly move from middle age to the ripe year of autumn. At this time, I can't help but sigh that whenever the maple leaves turn red again, time is like yesterday, and only the years of the world are blown away. The maple leaves are red every year, and life passes by, coming and going, dyeing white hair. However, a person's life has also changed our appearance due to the cycle of the four seasons, enriching our monotonous life, and also making up our pale souls.
The maple leaves are red; enjoying the different scenery, the calmness and calmness that has never been before, maybe it is sublimated in the wisdom of the sages, maybe it is painted with its own splendor in the pictures that flashed through life, maybe it is the maple leaves that make love come to mind, maybe it is the maple leaves that make love come to mind, maybe it is the maple leaves that make love come to be glorious because of love, and life reflects the unique light of life in its repetition of sorrow and joy, sorrow and glory. Maple leaves are the poem of autumn, and poetry is the autumn Dreams, therefore, the red leaves have become a perfect lyric poem in autumn, and also a moving sketch in autumn. The red leaves have flew, and the maple red has several degrees of love. The red leaves have interpreted the sad legends of countless years of the world. The years have grown old, and they have forgotten the beautiful stories of the past. The cause and effect of reincarnation have all followed several red leaves swaying on the branches. The wind is as the piano and the maple leaves are as strings, playing songs that are touching and warm forever.
maple leaves; the seasonal god of your season is you decorate October, you give people the fascination of autumn, and immerse people in these red leaves. You are full of warmth and joy. You are the most precious collection of people in this life. I love your red maple leaves, and I love the colorfulness in your life...
Autumn red leaves
