Snow-white winter, green spring, hot summer ... along the natural path, my gentle heart has melted in the golden autumn.

Walking into the small garden of the school, the first thing you see is a red maple leaf. A gust of autumn wind blows, and the maple leaves fall unsteadily, as if waving to you. Some maple leaves, like children, reluctantly leave their mothers and throw themselves into the embrace of the earth; Some maple leaves spread their wings and fly in the air like birds; Other maple leaves dance like dancers. Dead leaves fell to the ground, one after another, layer after layer, soft. "Falling red is not heartless, but turning into spring mud is more protective of flowers." I carefully picked up a maple leaf and looked at it carefully. It was divided into three parts: petiole, leaf and vein. Its edges are arranged neatly like sawtooth. I thought it was sharp, but it felt soft when I touched it with my hand. If you hold it in your hand, it looks like your own palm, but it's a little smaller. But the only thing I don't understand is why the maple leaves win the red when autumn comes. Oh, it turns out that the temperature drops in autumn, chlorophyll is destroyed and anthocyanins are produced. So in autumn, the maple leaves naturally turn red. Walking, I saw a yellow ginkgo tree, the leaves can make tea, the fragrance is incomparable, and it can also cure diseases, clear away heat and diminish inflammation. Not only these, but also many leaves have their own functions.

Nature is really an outstanding painter. He combines these clusters of red and flashing gold wonderfully and harmoniously, and shows them in front of people, which makes people linger and marvel.

I love the charming and fruitful autumn, and I love the autumn leaves even more.

2. Autumn leaves

Autumn is as beautiful as a painting, and the blue sky is dotted with white clouds, like a canoe sailing on the sea.

Early in the morning, I was walking along the path. Suddenly, several leaves flew down head-on, swaying in the morning breeze, rising and falling. Autumn leaves are flying in the air, like butterflies and birds. Autumn leaves quietly fell to the ground, squeezed among the yellow leaves on the ground.

Walking, I also found the maple leaf, which was influenced by the autumn sunshine and blown by the autumn wind.

The breeze blew and the red maple leaves fluttered. Gradually, some red maple leaves fall with the wind, as if they were the shadows left by Miss Qiu. They seem to be reluctant to part with their mother's maple leaf and shake their hands from time to time. These maple leaves flew there like birds and finally lay quietly on the grass. At the moment, I can't help but think of a poem "Walking on the Mountain" by the great poet Li Bai: There are people in the depths of white clouds. Stop and sit down and love maple leaves.

Maple leaves are composed of petioles and veins. The handle of maple leaf is red, the shape of the leaf looks like a human hand, and its edge is a little prickly. If you look closely, you can see a faint vein and smell it, which makes people relaxed and happy.

Oh, autumn has come, and autumn leaves have fallen all over the floor. Every leaf is covered with fine drops of water, as if it were tears of gratitude for its fallen leaves. Fallen leaves lie quietly at the foot of mother tree.

3. Autumn leaves

In my opinion, autumn is a festival where the earth and leaves gather. Some of them danced and threw themselves into the embrace of the earth, while others shuttled across the sky and started their own thrilling voyage.

One day, I went to a small park by bike. There is a natural lake next to the park, and there are several pots of big trees in Kobanawa. The breeze is blowing, and the air is filled with the fragrance of flowers and plants, which is really interesting. At this time, a small leaf fell from the sky. I quickly stepped forward, stretched out my hands and caught this lovely little thing. I compared the leaves of several big trees and wanted to help them find their own "home". But after searching for a long time, I found nothing. I seem to have lost confidence. Maybe this is an orphan. I picked up this poor leaf and looked at it carefully. It looks like a small fan, a bit like ginkgo, but it is not. It also has a beautiful coat. Look, it's red and yellow, yellow and red, as if wearing a sweater. How beautiful! It feels slippery and cold, as if even small ants can slide on it. This is ... I smell a fragrance. What is this? I feel strange.

Is this the smell of leaves? I can't believe that the leaf in my hand has such great charm, but I still can't help putting it in front of my nose. Oh, my God, it's really it! I am surprised that a leaf can give off such a charming fragrance. It smells good, doesn't it? ...

As I thought about it, I walked to the small trees by the lake. Great! I helped him find a home! I am extremely happy, but it seems a little reluctant to think that this lovely little thing will leave me. But I can't. I know it needs home, too. I had to reluctantly put it on the branch. Although it is yellow, at least you can feel the warmth of home.

I think: people often praise the beauty of flowers, the straightness of trees and the selfless dedication of grass, but they have never seen the charm of leaves, but in my heart, leaves are also the most beautiful.

I love leaves, and I love leaves in autumn more.