Roam the maple forest

Late autumn is approaching, a rustling autumn wind stirs the hearts of pedestrians along the river, pieces of dead leaves fall, ah! Since ancient times, when autumn was sad and lonely, I could not help reciting two lines of du Fu's poems: the fallen leaves were scattered one after another, and the Yangtze River came surging and surging. Yes, life is short, the years are ruthless, in the world of mortals, I have passed the age of forty, just like the falling leaves, a sense of loss arises spontaneously.

The sound of the ship whistle on the Wujiang River disturbed my thoughts. I looked up and saw that the other side was fiery red. Under the reflection of the autumn sun, it was like a sunset glow. I guessed that it must be a maple forest.

So I couldn't wait to cross the Yangtze River to find the fiery red in my heart. Coming to the south of the Yangtze River, from afar, the maple forest along the river is like a huge fire dragon, but it is so gentle and serene, bringing auspiciousness and happiness to life, human beings and nature.

Closer, closer, close at hand, a piece of red maple leaves are so warm and unrestrained, they open their arms to the visitors with a smile. A breeze blew, and the maple leaves were flying like red butterflies, laughing like silver bells, and falling to the ground like scattered flowers. I picked up a maple leaf, it is as red as fire, like autumn girl's delicate palm, the upper vein is clear, the five corners of the leaf radiate and extend outward. Reading and appreciation of American articles

Looking at the setting sun, the brilliant sun reflected the maple forest more red, dazzling light through the cracks in the maple forest people can not open their eyes, through the white clouds in the air, woven into a condensed light on the river, the scarlet river quietly enjoy the caress of the setting sun. I wandered along the bank with withered grass and stepped on the land covered with red leaves, as if walking on an endless quiet carpet, which made people relaxed and full of the romantic feelings of the poet. Can not help chanting: parking because of the love of the evening maple forest, the frost maple leaves unexpectedly red than the flowers of February. This scene is intoxicating, no wonder du Mu can write such beautiful poems.

Into the forest, a fiery red, layers of forest dyed, cool breeze, a few silver and white round water will regularly separate the forest, like a red brocade inlaid with several bright gems. Thump, thump, a few white waterbirds dance briskly with their thin legs; their long beaks peck small fish rhythmically on the water, which is like playing beautiful music on the water. A lovely little gray rabbit raised its head, pricked up its long ears and listened quietly. It closed its eyes and listened attentively, as if it was aftertaste of this wonderful music.

I couldn't bear to disturb it, so I sat down first, and then I couldn't help lying down, taking the earth as the bed, the soft maple leaves as the quilt, looking up at the blue sky, and calling softly to the drifting clouds through the sparse cracks: please stop your hasty steps! There are the most beautiful maple trees here! Baiyun smiled, waved to me and floated away, leaving me too much room for imagination. Autumn in ancient times contains the ominous signs of killing, but there is no such enthusiastic maple forest here has gradually washed away my inner loneliness and loss, it is full of passion.

The setting sun has gone down, I reluctantly left the maple forest and embarked on the journey back. That piece of maple leaf picked up from the ground has been treasured in my book page, it will always remind me to face life positively and realize the value of life with fire-like passion. This beautiful maple forest, I admire you, appreciate you, thank you for bringing me spiritual food.

This autumn, my heart is still full of spring.