maple

The flame continually beats on the tree, and the sunset glows into a fire of the original. Maple, no more proud than the singularity of the cold chrysanthemum; no more than the gracefulness of the peony; no more than the cleansing of the lotus. However, Feng, it represents the unrelenting and unrelenting enthusiasm. In the cold wind of autumn and winter, it spreads its enthusiasm to the land of Kyushu. In the early winter, just like the phrase "early winter", "Maple leaves want to be seen better, plum blossoms are not moving first." The fall is more touching, and the enthusiasm is integrated into the soil, compatible with the blood of Mother Earth, to be next year, It is also a lava that makes people immersed in enthusiasm and enthusiasm.

I love maple, love its shape, love its character, and love its character. When I first saw Maple, I was only five years old. At that time, I didn't know the so-called shouting: "The big tree is on fire! The big tree is on fire!" The second time I saw Maple, it was eight years later. I couldn’t help but think of the first time I saw Maple. "Hey!" He was laughed at by the innocence of his own hours. Since then, I have fallen in love with Maple.

A maple leaf fell and fell gently in my hand. what! I feel the enthusiasm of it. It caught me, so I didn't dare to open my eyes and look directly at it. It has disappeared and has vanished in its own fire. It broke, and drifted away from the fingers like a dream. A red sand flies, but I can't stop it from dying. Maybe this is its mission! Burning in the cold wind of autumn and winter, and then dreamy demise. Intoxicating and unrelenting. I went home, but I brought a red maple in my heart.

That day, I opened Journey to the West to find the traces of the last time. That piece of maple, quietly revealing a corner. I saw it and opened it with the blade. In the illustration, I saw Sun Dasheng, the theme person holding a stick and a monkey hair. I am deeply pondered: Maple Leaf, isn't it the same as "Flying Monkey"? It is also unconventional. Feng, wants to burn the sins of the world, burned out the eight things of the wild; Sun Wukong, wants to break the rules of the heavens with the pinnacle of the sea god, breaking the human imbalance. Isn't this all the same ideal?

I saw this red maple again today, and I felt that I had realized something. I knocked on the keyboard and spelled out the "Feng" I loved so much, the passion of deep love, the determination of deep love, and the eternal love!

The second day: the maple flower falls red