Season of dead leaves

Autumn means that harvesting is inevitable cold and broken; interpretation of maturity is inevitably frustrating and sad.

The cold wind of the smashing stock wiped out the humming of yesterday, and the dark cloud eliminated the dark fragrance of yesterday. Wanmu is dry, and the flowers are broken; the stone is lonely, and the water is cold. There is no green forest, no bright red flowers. The rest, only the old wood, the broken branches.

The autumn wind is bleak, and the leaves are falling, making people stunned.

But between the quiet forests, a green leaf caught my eye. In the season of this dead leaf, it stands alone at the tip of the tree. There is no humble low-headed chest; there is no frustrated gray face. The brutality around him makes it shine like a bright moon. How much wind and rain it has passed! Why is it still not giving up on that little green attachment? However, after a gust of autumn, it fell. The last green leaf of this fall, it is weak.

It flew down and seemed to still not give up on the broken tree. Although it has ended its short life.

Ye has regrets, but leaves no tears, at least once brilliant; there are tears but leaves no complaints, at least once tried.

Is it really the end of its life? "Red is not a ruthless thing, turned into a spring mud to protect the flowers." I believe that after the autumn rain, this green leaf will be turned into mud, nourish with your own life, care for new life.

Through the thick earth on the ground, through the thick leaves on the ground, I seem to see hope and persistence.

The cold and the broken autumn, by this little green leaf, erased the sadness and loss.

The season of dead leaves, nourish, gave birth to hope.

Guiyang 30th Middle School: Lonely Coastline