Autumn leaves

A breeze mixed with sweet-scented osmanthus scented gently, blowing the face of the maple leaf, blowing off the children of the phoenix tree, blowing the appearance of ginkgo. When you ask why? I will tell you, listen, the sound of autumn.

In the evening, I walked alone in the yard, listening to the "Autumn Symphony" and sitting unconsciously under the phoenix tree. The leaves of the phoenix tree kept falling, layer by layer, and plain brown clothes for the grass. I reached out and carefully picked up a leaf and saw it on the yellow face. It was covered with traces and lines left after the storm, really like the hand of a centenarian! Looking at it, I think of spring, they are just delicate little buds, enjoy the sun and rain. In the summer, they grew into large, strong leaves, fighting with storms. Now, in the beautiful autumn, they are satisfied, one after another, falling in the autumn wind and returning to the embrace of Mother Earth. I looked at the leaves in my hands again and again, and I couldn't help but gently touch it with my hand, one by one, two times, three times. what! It is broken! I put it down and watched the wind send it away. I stood up and left with a light hand. I couldn't bear to trample on their fragile body.

I walked around and suddenly stopped. Look, how beautiful the maple tree is, every leaf is bright and lush, dancing gently with the breeze. I approached them and found out that most of the maple leaves are not complete, but the colors are just as beautiful. Maybe I want to show myself through the last bit of my life!

"Hey, hey!" A clear scream roused me, and a black shadow swept over my head. At this time, I remembered that I really should go home because I was just a spring sprout...

Tour of the fourth grade: Zhang Hanzi