Frosty leaves red in February flowers

Du Mu - the mountain line far from the cold mountain cold stone path oblique, Baiyunsheng is home. Parking is sitting in love with Fenglin, and the frost is red in February. --Inscription

The mountain stone road is far from the mountain and curved and slanting. There are several households in the white clouds. Just because I loved the maple forest, I stopped the carriage, and the frost-stained maple leaf red yan was better than the February flower.

This is the most familiar name. I took this poetic and poet's sentiment and thought about it. I suddenly saw this familiar and unfamiliar scene on the autumn street, a golden, no extra brush. The city is full of traffic, pedestrians rushing to the road, and my eyes are attracted by a humble maple leaf. It is an irresistible charm, with five palm-shaped leaves extending side by side from the heart shape, and a thick silver-like scalloped fluff is placed around each blade on the leaf surface. The leaf seemed to be covered with traces of the years, like the cheeks of an old woman, covered with wrinkles and vicissitudes. What it shows is an innate arrogance. The golden and orange color of the whole body decorated the original boring pedestrians, and also decorated this bleak autumn.

In February, full of vitality, I appreciate camellia. It is resistant to winter and has many varieties. It is worthy of being one of the world's most precious flowers and trees. It shines in the halo and it is beautiful. Compared with the ordinary popular maple leaf, there is an innate superiority. However, it is ordinary and simple and does not show off. As "Man Tingfang" wrote: "Pure and noble who knows, no hate, dead leaves alone. Clouds cover tears, the wind promotes sorrow, water weeping complains of sorrow." Silent dedication, selflessness and no return.

I repeatedly read silently: "Frost leaves are red in February." It seems that they understand what else. Hurrying in a hurry, but forgot that when I was as hurried as the various passers-by, a maple leaf fell silently to my feet and was blown under the roots of the tree.

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