Essay on deciduous prose

A few days ago, I was walking by the river and saw leaves falling. Watching them fall gracefully gave me a lot of reverie. It seems that they are not withered, but stage actors who quit nature after dancing the most beautiful dance in life. I picked up a fallen leaf and looked at it carefully. She is so beautiful. Nature skillfully created it and portrayed every vein so finely. It has the same color as flowers, but it is more calm and less ostentatious than flowers; It is as atmospheric as a tree, more ethereal and less boring than a tree. Perhaps, although she is dying, she is not sad. Otherwise, how could she have such a beautiful figure?

There is an idiom in China that leaves fall to the roots, fall outside the cloud nine, fall under the big tree that once grew, mix with soil, become fertilizer, and provide nutrients for the big tree. From this point of view, how noble the spirit of leaves should be. By the next spring, the big tree will give off new green and new leaves will flourish again. Isn't this the cycle of life?

Looking at the falling leaves, I remembered when I was in high school. Every autumn, in the Woods behind the playground, thousands of leaves in Qian Qian fell, fluttered and danced. What kind of spectacle is that? As soon as this season comes, the color of the world will change. The fallen leaves are like yellow butterflies, endless and flying. Looking around, the ground is a soft golden yellow, and it is soft to step on. I dare say this is the noblest carpet in the world. Carpets made by nature.

When the second spring comes, the color of the world changes again and becomes green. Isn't that faint green the rebirth of deciduous life? In this way, the fallen leaves turn into green leaves, and the green leaves turn yellow into fallen leaves, looking for a round trip. I know, whether it is green or yellow, every time it appears, it is a new life. I also know that her soul is the same. There is nothing wrong with the reincarnation of heaven. A leaf sprouted from autumn, just like Confucius left his thoughts, and Mencius inherited them. Then, develop more wisdom. Then, he passed on his wisdom to Xunzi, and Xunzi passed it on to Reese ... so, generation after generation, generation after generation.

When leaves fall, they fall. However, his legacy did not die. So, he's not dead. And because new leaves will grow. Fallen leaves, you are the destruction of the body and the sublimation of the soul.

Leaves Essay Essay 2 From the Education Department to the Teaching and Research Group, we have to go through a small square. I came out of the education department a few days ago, still thinking about how to sort out the information. Suddenly, there was a slight rustling sound, which seemed to come from far away. Slowly passing by, suddenly approaching and far away, suddenly ignoring the weight. Although it's cloudy, it won't rain, will it?

Think like this, look at the sky, look around, there is no sign of rain. Suddenly, I found tiny leaves wandering under my feet. It turned out that the fallen leaves in the garden were blown by the wind and wandered quietly on the floor tiles of the square. When they turn over, they rustle on the floor tiles with the edges of their leaves.

I see.

I suddenly realized that it was already late autumn here, and the leaves in the garden and Ningbo Road had turned yellow, gently falling under the breeze, and then being blown around before adhering to the soil.

Walking and thinking, I can't remember a day when I ignored the quiet change of the season. In a little rigid time every day, I really ignore the concern for the season. Although I often look at the time on the desk calendar and plan all kinds of things that can and can't be planned, I really don't relate the printing time to the specific scene; Although I am constantly changing clothes, I have not carefully observed the changes around me.

Maybe it's a mood, maybe it's a habit. In fact, many times we are very concerned about the changes around us. A few years ago, on a late autumn afternoon, the Chinese teacher took us to feel the scene of falling leaves on the ground and the softness and rhythm of stepping on thick leaves. Once I walked aimlessly in the snow for an afternoon, and then I looked back at the messy footprints. When did I start to ignore the feeling that the images of the seasons passed through my heart?

It's a little cold to watch the tiny leaves fall from one end to the other and then be blown to the corner somewhere by the wind. ...

The next day, the wind was very strong, and many leaves on the roadside were blown off and laid on the road forever. There are many yellow and big leaves, which are very dense. Some of them are piled up, some are squeezed into Yong Road, and some are floating away from the branches, hovering in the wind, and I don't know where they fall. Walking on it, there is a familiar rustle, but I can't find the feeling of several years ago. Looking back, look at the trampled leaves, some are still flat and some are broken.

I regret that I didn't bring my camera, otherwise I could take pictures of the fallen leaves and the golden color on the ground and keep them for appreciation and treasure. After all, such beautiful scenery makes people feel distressed.

Another day, it was windy and cold, and there were still many leaves. When I got to school, many students were cleaning the fallen leaves. The golden scene of the previous day is gone, and the feeling of listening to the rustling leaves under your feet is gone.

"Essays on the Leaves" 3 In mid-spring and March, after the spring thunder, although the spring is chilly, the clear sky in Wan Li is often cloudless in Wan Li. Driving home, passing by Pok Oi Road in Kaohsiung, on both sides of the wide fast lane, the original green mahogany inadvertently sprinkled a large piece of red and yellow new clothes in the spring breeze. This freehand brushwork on the earth has outlined some lively atmosphere for the stage of nature time series.

The first time I saw this time series change was in the corner of the campus. A dark green tree in my original memory was unexpectedly covered with dark brown leaves, as if it had been scorched by the scorching sun. This tree looks lifeless, like dead wood, which is very abrupt in the endless spread of green in the garden. How many dead leaves fell under the tree, showing uneven distribution. The breeze blows and fluctuates with the wind.

There are many kinds of trees in this area, but most of them are solitary trees. Usually I pass by this area in a hurry, deliberately not knowing my tree name. Because we don't know their names in advance, our feelings for each other are quite limited. Therefore, when I caught a glimpse of one of the trees, I was surprised, but I failed to arouse the motivation for further exploration. After all, in this complicated and changeable secular society, what we can care about seems extremely limited.

At first, I didn't care about the change of this single tree. When the garage arrived at Bo 'ai Road, it was found that the street trees on both sides of the road were also painted with various shades of red and yellow coffee. I suddenly realized that the original dark green mahogany was actively preparing for change, and the dead trees on campus turned out to be mahogany.

Mahogany is an evergreen tree, named for its peach-colored wood. The height of the tree can reach more than 20 meters, and the trunk is very obvious. The trunk is an excellent material for making furniture. Sexual preference for high temperature, drought tolerance, dislike of wetlands, and adequate sunshine. After growing up, the mahogany is green and delicate, so it has also become an advanced tree species for afforestation or street trees.

The mahogany in this campus also obeys the time series changes and follows the laws of nature, starting from yellow leaves and even forming dark brown. During this period, the process of cross-dressing can't be completed overnight, but we are always busy and always seem to miss the opportunity to appreciate natural changes, leaving only infinite sighs afterwards.

After all the dead leaves fall, it seems that new buds will suddenly appear overnight, and the rare thin and oblique picture is once again covered by endless green leaves. The leaves fall out, and heaven and earth are in an instant; The leaves in front are sprouting now, and the universe is one. In order to understand the way of natural change, the unchangeable law of the universe, life and death, back and forth.

After all, the changers are time and nature. A short rest is to walk a longer distance.

I forgot when, and I learned to pretend. To family, roommates, friends, strangers ... I suddenly remembered my childhood ignorance, so I was happy because of ignorance.

When I was in primary school, there was a big banyan tree growing for half a century next to the teaching building, which was the "playground" for my friends and me. The friendship in primary school is simple and pure. There is no purpose or commitment between men, just a simple sentence: "Let's play dodgeball." I cried ... laughing there. ...

I remember when I was hacked, I was in a math class in grade four. Speaking of which, I still hate the profession of teacher. My grades have been kept in the top five of my grade. As a good student, I was given a special halo of poor students because I once left my homework at home. At that time, the teacher who said that I hadn't finished my homework angrily threw the triangle on the ground. The triangle split in two, and the shadow of my childhood was formally established.

After that class, I was sent to the corridor to do my homework, but what was really blackened was a sentence from my favorite English teacher, "I was wrong about you." After that day, I faded from the aura of a good student, and the teachers never looked at me seriously again. I'm tired of studying and living like a puppet. My only pleasure is playing dodgeball with my friends under the banyan tree. At that time, I learned the idiom "Birds of a feather flock together".

Along the way, I stumbled from the bottom of my class to the bottom of my age in junior high school for three years. I can't be conveyed with hope, but because of a girl, I struggle with my achievements again and again. First love can't go to the end, but I still appreciate the ignorant love at that time, so that I didn't become a scum of society.

I don't know why, but I like to follow my brother. He likes painting, but at that time, his family was poor and he had to give up art, but I embarked on it because I really hated reading. Because my brother likes reading, but I don't like reading, I unexpectedly like to find a quiet place to read alone, and because of this, I found several people who can really call me a teacher. Idle, finally found something I like. I joined an online club, a music club. As the college entrance examination approaches, students around me are constantly doing problems and papers, while I am imitating the ancients to write poems and becoming an ancient music lyricist. There is no heart for water, and countless "fallen flowers" have been given to me. Although I have always hated reading, I picked up my textbooks and pens in the last few days and finally beat most people in my class.

It's really unexpected to come to this school. I found my own organization, and I'm glad to find my dormitory and my own class ... My only favorite Chinese teacher once said that my writing is full of sunshine, so my classmates call me black prince, but if we can meet again, I can say with a smile, and now I can laugh without heart. I can't forget the banyan tree, the teacher and the sentence "I'm so lucky to meet you."

I don't know where a leaf floated, but I wanted to pick it up, but it was unexpectedly heavy. ...

Walking on campus today, I happened to see a falling yellow leaf, still bright yellow. I held out my right hand and let it spin into my palm.

This leaf is as thin as a cicada's wing and almost transparent, but the skeleton supporting it is particularly prominent, like a human body. Oh, I began to wonder where this leaf, which happened to fall in my palm today, came from. Why did it fall?

Isn't this the soul of an ancient weak woman who drifted here unwilling to be lonely? But does she have something to say to me, or something?

The bright yellow coat may symbolize the nobility of her status, but she is a great queen in ancient and modern times? I immediately observed it close to the leaf surface, and suddenly the pupil of my right eye narrowed sharply, and the rich yellow seemed to sting my eyes. What I see through the branches and leaves is a beautiful woman sitting on the throne of the main hall, a woman full of strength and desire anyway. The breeze blew and the sky gradually darkened.

Gee, I don't know when the fallen leaves in my hand have faded from the original bright yellow, leaving only a faint light yellow. At this moment, I suddenly noticed some green spots on the leaves. These green touches seem to hold on to this yellow fallen leaf. My sight was unconsciously attracted. Isn't this light green and light yellow the Yangzhou woman who was infatuated with Du Daguan was stalking her lover? It really makes me sigh that she should seek to follow up to this day. It turned out that there really was such a story, "On the moonlit night of the Twenty-four Bridges, where did the Jade People teach flute playing?" This fallen leaf bears the melancholy of a girl's family. No wonder it stopped me from moving forward.

Suddenly, I saw that the petiole of this leaf seemed to be particularly tall and straight, and it had its own momentum to be reckoned with. Is it because I was wrong before? Which hero's blood and sweat raised this leaf? If so, what is the significance of its wandering now?

The tall and straight body holds up a sky. Oh, is it General Huo who fought against Xiongnu? Fighting in the northwest, I'm afraid it's hard to see this vibrant leaf in the lonely smoke of the desert. Does the protagonist want to complain to the world about the hardships of his military life through Ye Fusheng? Didn't he make a great contribution to his loyalty, but he couldn't escape the emperor's suspicion and his heart was broken? Isn't he lamenting that he was jealous of the hero and sad that he died young? Look at the dazzling red blood on the upper right corner of the leaf. Was it Ji Xiang who committed suicide in Wujiang River? It is attached to this dead leaf now. What do you want to talk about? Is he blaming himself for his waywardness, or does he want to see his beloved concubine again? I don't know all this today.

If you don't know, don't think about it. I held the petiole with my thumb and forefinger and walked on. At a fork in the road, I can't help but start to respect this fallen leaf in my hand. I'm afraid this leaf voluntarily chose a life close to and integrated with the earth, just to become a red flower! So I had to reluctantly leave it alone under the old tree and wait for its next fate. ...

Leaves prose essay 6 quietly found a quiet place, called the night wind. The night wind opened up a clearing for him.

Quietly, I cleaned all around, as clean as a blank sheet of paper.

Quietly, the moonlight was sown, but leaves were left. Leaves, on the cloud nine, seem to dance with the evening breeze, shed moonlight, like tears in tears, glittering and translucent, flashing bleak.

Quietly, unconsciously, leaving too many fallen leaves. Every piece has a few drops of moonlight. I don't know how many pictures are contained in the moonlight. It's broken, like a memory. It is mottled and innocent. Each piece is like a few Chinese characters engraved on it, as if it had life. First, it absorbs the essence of leaves, makes them wither quickly, and then floats slowly. One by one, the changes are great, we can't grasp any meaning, we can't touch any ending …

Leave quietly and never look back. Ye Yi. Ye San. Ye Fei. Wu Ye. Leaves are floating. Leaves fall. When it hit the ground, it broke. Everything is broken. Fallen leaves, like a pen, draw the past, draw the past, draw the memory … unforgettable. But in the end, it was broken, and it was never the same.

Falling leaves are like pens, dotted with memories instead of dzi beads.

Leaves fall, that is, broken, broken is not the heart, but the memory.

Quietly, so quietly left, finished his story …

Editor's recommendation: Our days are still quiet, like the hot air rising from a hot tea cup on the table, faint and warm, flowing in our hearts, inexplicably comfortable and inexplicably reassuring.

I think, when I am old, I should choose a comfortable and leisurely place to spend the last part of my life quietly, or maybe I will return to the original appearance, restrain all outward sharpness and all publicity, just like a floating flower, leaving a wisp of fragrance quietly, then slowly falling, spreading to the grass, and finally gradually turning yellow and blending into the earth. This may be what people often say, everything goes back to zero, and the leaves return to their roots.

I think, when I get old, I will become an unremarkable flower, fluttering in the evening breeze, dying quietly in the dark, quiet and serene. I think life should be like a flower, which blooms inadvertently and withers when nobody cares. I didn't bring anything when I was born, and I shouldn't bring anything after I die. I will come quietly and go quietly.

In fact, each of us is destined to come into this world. We were born in this world. Some people want to destroy, others want to create. The world is originally balanced, and many things are relative. There is no happiness without sadness, and there is no happiness without pain. There are joys and sorrows, injuries and pains, life and death. This is a really interesting life. If you live like a walking corpse, there is no point in living.

Everyone is born simple, but after coming into this world, people are gradually different because of the influence of the environment, the baptism of life and the change of education. Some people can only live at the bottom of society, while others are destined to live at the top of the world. This is not born, but through the change of time. The same person determines his life path in different environments.

However, no matter how well people live, they cannot live for others. Don't interpret the life they are not good at for an audience that doesn't belong to them. The most beautiful thing in life is two words: "happiness!" After all, no matter how great your achievements in this world and how much praise you get after your death, they are just clouds, because you can't take these things underground, and they will eventually disappear in the sand with the passage of time.

I just want to live in this world in an ordinary way, instead of striving for fame and gain, dancing like a willow tree in the wind in the sunshine, doing what I want without fear and absorbing the nutrition I want. My demand is simple, not much, as long as I am happy.

When you are old, the days are no longer vigorous. Wearing comfortable shoes, we made an appointment with three or five friends to take a walk in the morning light of this town, blowing this warm breeze, looking at the flowers scattered on your shoulders and the flowers around us. Finally, we walked in the twilight, watching the sunset glow walk quietly and aimlessly in the evening breeze, and feeling the fresh taste of this town.

If you are old, choose such a quiet and leisurely life, smell the old flavor of the town and feel its boundless breath. Even if time changes the way between me and it, so what. Our days are still quiet, like the hot cup on the table rising with the hot air, faint and warm, flowing in our hearts, inexplicably comfortable and inexplicably reassuring. After many years, even if time passes, the string of music at my fingertips still echoes in my quiet heart.

Fallen leaves return to their roots, leisurely and carefree, quietly falling on nameless streets, without life or death. ......

The weather is finally getting hot, and the lazy sunshine from the wind gently presses on people, squeezing out sweat and pleasure. There is no need to explain the unreasonable irritability caused by gloomy weather. You can watch the curtains dance warmly with the music and meet a gust of wind. At that moment, you can even sigh that life is so beautiful.

Where there is sunshine, there must be shadows, and the most inappropriate thing is to talk about shadows when the sun is shining, but shadows seem to be everywhere, but sometimes they are well hidden or in a good mood and are not easily affected! It's late spring, and the warm sunshine has affected everything that should be affected by it. The leaves are green and the flowers are red. My myopia has improved a lot. However, why is there always a noise under my feet that gives people a melancholy feeling? Like cloudy days, like shadows.

When I was a child, my teacher told us that autumn began to shed leaves, and only sporadic stubborn leaves remained in winter, while spring was the season when everything recovered and new green probes were discovered. Therefore, I always feel that autumn should be a refreshing autumn wind sweeping away leaves, winter is the loneliness of snow pressing a single branch, and spring is a touching spring rain that moistens things silently.

It seems that everything should conform to the laws of books and teachers, but it is not. The leaves were born last spring and didn't begin to fall until this spring. I wonder if it's too vital? Or should it appear this spring?

If the yellow leaves in autumn wither because of the exhaustion of life, we should gladly accept and sigh the vigorous laws of nature. Then, how should we feel about the green leaves that are forced to leave in spring because they have nowhere to live? If the sadness caused by fallen leaves in spring is really strong, then why does the liquid have to flow out of the eyes?

Jing M.Guo's Good Night at Dawn has a supporting role called Qi Leming. Perhaps the protagonist's joys and sorrows should be more refreshing, but I wrote several paragraphs of Qi Leming but stayed for a long time, almost getting my friend's book wet. Of course, I didn't lose everything again, but I know why I am so sad.

In order to stay away from the misfortune of his family, he began to wander, whistling loudly, listening to fast-paced rock and roll, shuttling between different cities, stopping just to move forward, and wandering just to find a place to stop.

I can feel his pain. I want to wander, too, and I will be like him if possible. But it can't. The heart that wants to fly seems to be tied with a spring, and others think that it will not wither. Maybe our stories are very different, but they are just as unfortunate, just like cloudy days and shadows.

Reality and dreams can be happy, and they will be happy for several days after waking up; It can also be painful, and the pain lasts for years. Whether it is replayed over and over again like a movie, it is deeply engraved in the illusion of reality, which cannot be erased or forgotten.

In my dream, there are sounds of green leaves being crushed, roads and cities, scenes and dialogues, which are as strange to me as the road that Qi Leming walked. The weather is sunny for a while and gloomy for a while, but they all cast a dark shadow.

In my dream, I quarreled with my father for the first time. I said everything I wanted to say before, but I was afraid to say it. Speaking of hoarseness; I shed tears that I thought were dry and didn't lie down until I woke up and dried them. I didn't see my father's face clearly. Weak light, like sunshine that can't break clouds, can't illuminate my messy thoughts. Screaming at the top of my lungs seems to be unable to call back my father's distant heart, let alone stop my mother's endless tears.

A gust of wind blew and the leaves on my head began to fall again. A green leaf came at me head-on, passed through the corner of my eye obliquely, and maybe landed where I walked. The leaves blown by the wind hit the advancing feet from time to time, and how much these feet wanted to escape! But my heart held back and continued to step on the fallen leaves in spring in this campus.

Who says leaves fall in autumn and spring grows? All my leaves fall in spring. Under the bright spring, except for the invisible short traces left by the leaves that once cut the air, there are shadows left by shadows everywhere. Did Qi hear the sound of pressing green leaves on a sunny day in spring?

Ye Prose Essay 9 nights, quiet. ...

Plumes of gold thread clung to me through the branches, as if dancing with my heart.

I am just a leaf in spring.

A bird song broke the loneliness in the morning. Sunshine awakened my heart, warm and comfortable. Sunshine also put on a coat for me, which looks like Jin Yezi from a distance.

I, quietly nestled in my mother's arms, like a spoiled baby, enjoying my mother's milk; Like my brothers and sisters, I am just a leaf in spring.

However, suddenly a fallen leaf caught me and I was injured. I shouted angrily, "What are you doing? You are hurting me. "

In an instant, tears rolled down his eyes.

For an instant, my heart softened, and I asked him what was wrong in a comforting tone. However, his tears could not help but flow out.

I don't understand. I'm looking for the reason why he's sad again. It turned out that he used to be an ordinary leaf like me, but when spring came and new buds sprouted, he had to become a fallen leaf.

I suddenly looked up, and my dusty heart seemed to be pricked and began to beat. I began to feel at a loss.

Finally, he left, lonely.

An uneasy day is ten days in an instant.

Late at night, everything is quiet. I was about to go to bed when suddenly, a leaf shouted happily, "I'm free, I'm free at last, I'm going to fly and sing, goodbye!" " "

I was stunned.

Thoughts fly and the soul wakes up. Gradually, I regained my former glory, and I was praying.

The dark clouds dispersed and the spring breeze blew. I spin and sing in the wind, looking for the feeling of birds. I used up my meager strength and fell into the valley.

I am just the last leaf in spring.

10 at the beginning of the fallen leaves, I saw the net name of "fallen leaves" on the pure literature forum, and there was a chill of autumn wind rustling and dead leaves falling. After reading several articles, I feel that the person with this net name may be related to his family background, life experience or other factors. The lens in front of us is a lonely woman, standing in the fallen leaves, a sad picture of autumn.

I like sunshine, including sunny weather, sunny screen name, sunny mood, sunny articles and sunny people who do things. Through the introduction of friends, I met the "fallen leaves" that I had never met before. The first time I called to invite her to a literary party, I made no secret of my dislike of her screen name. Frankly: "Why are you called deciduous? In imagination, it gives people a sad feeling. Change a good screen name, feel better and be happy. " She is a clever person. After hearing this, she didn't blame me for "meddling", but asked me, "Sister, what screen name do you recommend?"

In the future, we will get together many times, exchange learning experiences privately, appreciate each other and become friends. In the next ten beautiful articles, she was greeted by her sunshine, still warm in spring, a woman like a lotus flower and the most beautiful colorful cloud, as well as a peach blossom and a pink face ... Inner beauty flowed down her pen, praising the beautiful humanity and great love in the world. Words are like flowers and dreams, and the scenery is remote and wonderful, such as dust. Between the lines, seemingly ordinary words, floating indifferent heart, I changed my initial impression of her.

Do you really like her, or are you attached to words? After she changed her style of writing, her words were as beautiful as poetry. The woman walking in the sun, just looking at the title, is staggering and full of joy. I like the sunny woman described in the article, and I prefer to write this poetic person in beautiful and beautiful language, but I feel that my singing skills are shallow and my literary talent is flying. Under the title of this beautiful sunshine, it is doomed that she will be accompanied by sunshine all her life. I watched. Grateful. I wish her face the sun, the fragrance floats, and she enjoys another artistic conception of life, which is infinitely beautiful.

A woman who likes elegance, intelligence, beauty and sunshine in her heart writes a flower-like fragrance, just like a lyre gently crossing my heart, quiet and far-reaching. Every line of words, like a ray of sunshine, sprinkled in the heart, ethereal and clear, reading and reading, the mood also dances with it. She is the one who really walks in the sun!

In her eyes, a mountain, a water, a grass, a tree, even a meter of sunshine, a smile and a cloud are all fallen leaves' deep attachment and yearning for spring.

Leaves fall all over the ground in spring, and flowers are fragrant all the way!