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A tree in the country is lonely and red.

Du Zhongshu

"Qili Huangni Hongshugang, Xifeng Fruit Cooked a Village." In the autumn afternoon, the sunshine is warm, and the cool west wind blows, which wrinkles a pool of autumn water, blues the bright and lofty sky, blows red persimmons from tree to tree, and fills the wandering thoughts.

When persimmons are red, I always think of my hometown and the persimmons in my hometown. Persimmons in my hometown are always flashing in front of my eyes like a string of red lanterns, persimmon leaves are always fluttering in front of my eyes like a red flag, the picture of "persimmon" always appears in front of my eyes, and those warm (X and N) memories are quietly spreading. ...

Every spring, the spring girl will kiss the earth on the drum of the spring breeze, wake up the birds and touch the persimmon trees in the country. The delicate branches of persimmon tree stick out from the tree, green and dripping, really beautiful. In a few days, persimmon trees will bloom. The flowers are very small, yellow and orange. Although the flowers are small, they are small and exquisite, delicate and lovely, like a little girl who is about to drip.

A little fragrance, occasionally butterflies fly in and haunt them; Occasionally, bees visit and stay in it. A spring breeze and Mao Mao rain, falling flowers everywhere. This can make the children happy, so the girls string persimmon flowers one after another with horsetail grass, weave them into garlands and wear them on their heads; Make a bracelet, put it on your hand, or string a long rope to make a corolla, and then (y m 4 n) it will be the flower fairy, and everyone will be happy.

In summer, dark green leaves cover the whole tree, and blue little persimmon hides in the leaves with a hat. If you don't look carefully, it's hard to find them. Throughout the early summer, persimmons hid in the green leaves with hats and grew up with them. We played under the tree. Amid the hilarity, midsummer passed, and autumn rushed to the front like a naughty child hiding from cats, laughing mischievously and making faces. Look at this persimmon tree. The green persimmon has slowly turned orange, like an urchin who just learned to change his face, smiling cunningly, standing on the branch, jumping and making a noise until the branch is bent.

"beginning of autumn walnut white dew pear, cold dew persimmon red skin". In late autumn, the leaves on persimmon trees slowly turn red. From a distance, it looks like a burning fire, which is very beautiful. The green persimmon turned golden yellow. When the first frost came, the persimmon slowly changed from orange to red. The leaves began to wither after the first frost. The yellow persimmon is slowly dyed red by the autumn wind. Persimmon leaves, red, green, green and yellow, fall with the autumn wind and are frosted with silver. When you want to miss that red leaf, it has already fallen, leaving only a red and transparent persimmon tree, like beautiful red lanterns and chubby little dolls, which is very cute.

The fiery red persimmons are full of autumn feelings, igniting the colors of autumn and decorating the beautiful scenery of autumn. Persimmons in late autumn are red, and persimmons are satisfactory, which makes people feel red. Autumn is drifting away, and the trees are covered with red persimmons, soft as a beautiful little girl, shyly sipping her mouth and peeping at the faces that occasionally pass by the country.

With the further development of migration, persimmon trees in childhood watched the countryside alone, and no one cared. Those persimmon trees in the village have sparse leaves, which are a little dry and withered. Persimmons are hung high on the trees, and no one picks them, which has become a delicious meal for birds. As soon as the autumn wind blows, waves of cold wind blow, and red persimmons shake their branches. Some persimmons got impatient in the trees, so they plopped down and got into the grass. Only those beautiful memories are vivid and always warm the hearts of wanderers.

The autumn wind seems to be tight for a while, and only the red persimmon tree hangs on the branches alone.

This tree is lonely and red, and it is very sad to be alone in the country. Suddenly a magpie floated from the clouds. It flew slowly around the top of the tree, lightly landed on the persimmon tree, pecked twice, suddenly raised its head and called "Jiajia", as if calling for a friend. Soon, many magpies flew in, and their beaks were in high spirits. Oh, now, the lonely red is no longer lonely, but it becomes as bright as the morning glow.

(teacher's newspaper)