My October essay
My October essay 1
The golden autumn of October, the vast earth is covered with golden windbreakers, and the fruits are abundant in the orchard. A gust of autumn wind blew, and dead leaves fell from the trees from time to time, like butterflies dancing.
The maple leaves look like red clouds from afar. Bright red maple leaves grow together on the branches, layer by layer, and string by string. The breeze blew, and the maple leaves in red sweaters were jumping up and down, shaking. Some naughty maple leaves rushing towards the earth, like red paper boats floating slowly. A red leaf fell just by my feet. I picked it up and put it in my hand, and looked at the little thing carefully. I found that the maple leaves are like our little palms. On its side is a circle of exquisite gears. The color on the side is very dark, the lighter the more you go to the middle, one by one, layer by layer, it is so red and so cute. VI also like the vigorous pine trees in autumn. Although the weather gets colder day by day, it is still so verdant and so tall. The pine leaves like embroidered needles are as sharp as swords. If you accidentally touch it, it will make you feel pain. I came to a huge ginkgo tree. It has many leaves, like a big umbrella, but the most interesting thing is its leaves. Ginkgo leaves looks like small fans with a thin pattern on it. The edges of the leaves are orangey, like a circle of laces. Suddenly a gust of wind blew, and many leaves would fall from the air, flying like beautiful butterflies. I saw a tall sycamore tree . There was a piece of hair on the tree. The sycamore leaves were different from other leaves. They were in two colors, one was black and the other was yellow. The sycamore leaves were very thick and the leaves were also very thick. The pattern on it was clear and looked like a big chicken's feet.
Big tree I want to praise your children’s leaves and bring you water and fertilizer. They dedicated their lives to the world without reservation.
My October essay 2
When I turned the corner of the street, I accidentally saw you, that broken chrysanthemum.
In fact, I have heard a lot of such voices, clamoring for the arrival of winter in my heart. Even the loquat flowers blooming in early winter in front of the door could not resist the stern gaze of winter. The petals that had lost all water had given up their resistance to life. They knew that all this could not escape fate. They leaned weakly on the wind's arms, allowing them to take them to heaven or hell. The tree also knows that it will eventually part with the flowers, and the seed also knows that it will not have time to say goodbye to its mother even if it comes to the world. They all understand, and I also understand that in this bleak winter, we are destined to see the spring breeze and green willows, the remaining lotus in the evening of summer, the autumn clouds and red leaves, and only the hard sky as hard as glass and the body that seems to be frozen.
And I met you, the one who secretly escaped from the vortex of time.
You are very dilapidated, and a few winds and rains have already destroyed your once beautiful life. I don't know why you still want to stay in this harsh winter. Today is a small sunshine, there are a few places where the sun shines warm, but in the shadow of the backlight, all your bodies endure the pain and support the so-called arrogant flower. You are surrounded by the corpse of your friend, with fine petals spreading under your feet. Your flowers give me the illusion of sadness in an instant. Perhaps on this night you will be once again caught in the vortex of time and welcome the belated withering in that deep night. For some reason, I felt a faint touch in my heart, just like you brought me the sunshine that had disappeared for a long time.
You let me understand that August is Weiyang, September is Weiyang, and October is Weiyang. They are all submerged in the long river of time, and they are all silent, leaving the protagonist of life to winter.
All this is scheduled. It knows that we will nostalgia, the beauty, and ignore the cold things. It makes the earth rotate, let everything appear in a certain corner, and then disappear in a certain corner, without stopping. It takes eternity away and lets us learn to wait. Wait for the spring, summer, autumn and winter of the coming year.Time erases the traces left by the four seasons, let us face reality and the future.
In fact, everything has not ended.
