Xu Zhimo (January 15, 1897 - November 19, 1931), a native of Xia Shi, Haining, Zhejiang, is a modern poet and essayist. His original name was Zhang Qu and his courtesy name was Qian Sen. He changed his name to Zhimo when he was studying in England. Pen names that have been used: Nanhu, Shizhe, Haigu, Gu, Dabing, Yunzhonghe, Xianhe, Delete Wo, Xinshou, Huanggou, Eer, etc. Xu Zhimo is a representative poet of the Crescent School and a member of the Crescent Poetry Society. Now please enjoy Xu Zhimo’s prose Fallen Leaves that I brought to you. I hope it will be helpful to everyone~

Xu Zhimo’s Prose Fallen Leaves

I am again I saw the scattered fallen leaves again.

It is not unusual to see fallen leaves, but this is spring, spring in April! What you see most in spring should be the proudly blooming flowers and willows proud of the spring breeze, not the butterflies dancing in the air. , lingering fallen leaves. I looked at the fallen leaves on the ground. There were three different colors: emerald green, gold-yellow, and fire-red. It can be said that there are so many colors. This year seems to be different from previous years. There are a lot of fallen leaves in spring. Next to almost every tree, there are pieces of fallen leaves lying there quietly waiting for the cleaners to clean them.

Some places have more leaves. In a park near my home, piles of fallen leaves were scattered on the stone road, and no one came to clean them. Once, I came here after school and stepped on the fallen leaves that had no moisture. They made a rustling sound, as if the leaves were broken. But if you look carefully, you will find that none of the fallen leaves here are broken.

There are many kinds of fallen leaves. According to the seasons, they can be divided into leaves of the four seasons of spring, summer, autumn and winter; according to trees, they can be divided into leaves of different shapes such as pear leaves, peach leaves, and camphor leaves; according to color , can be divided into three colors: red, green and yellow.

Everyone knows that fallen leaves are the messengers of autumn. In autumn, there will be many fallen leaves falling like fairies, but in spring, there will also be many fallen leaves. In fact, leaves will fall in every season, including in the cold and windy winter, and the evergreen camphor trees will also fall leaves.

Fallen leaves

I saw the scattered fallen leaves again.

It is not unusual to see fallen leaves, but this is spring, spring in April! What you see most in spring should be the proudly blooming flowers and willows proud of the spring breeze, not the butterflies dancing in the air. , lingering fallen leaves. I looked at the fallen leaves on the ground. There were three different colors: emerald green, gold yellow, and fire red. It can be said that there are so many colors. This year seems to be different from previous years. There are a lot of fallen leaves in spring. Next to almost every tree, there are pieces of fallen leaves lying there quietly waiting for the cleaners to clean them.

Some places have more leaves. In a park near my home, piles of fallen leaves were scattered on the stone road, and no one came to clean them. Once, I came here after school and stepped on the fallen leaves that had no moisture. They made a rustling sound, as if the leaves were broken. But if you look carefully, you will find that none of the fallen leaves here are broken.

There are many kinds of fallen leaves. According to the seasons, they can be divided into leaves of the four seasons of spring, summer, autumn and winter; according to trees, they can be divided into leaves of different shapes such as pear leaves, peach leaves, and camphor leaves; according to color , can be divided into three colors: red, green and yellow.

Everyone knows that fallen leaves are the messengers of autumn. In autumn, there will be many fallen leaves falling like fairies, but in spring, there will also be many fallen leaves. In fact, leaves will fall in every season, including in the cold and windy winter, and the evergreen camphor trees will also fall leaves.

Selection of Xu Zhimo’s classic prose

Planting flowers on the beach

Friends are a kind of luxury: not to mention snobbery, that is not a friend, a true friend is Knowing each other, but knowing each other is not easy. If you want to open other people's hearts, you must first open your own. If you want to accommodate other people's hearts in your heart, you must first push your heart into other people's hearts. This sincerity or The mutual exchange of true temperament is the secret of friends and the happiness of friends.

But this means that you have enough inner strength, and there is plenty of spiritual activity, which can open up at any time and flow out at any time, like spring water in the mountains, flowing into the ditch that can accommodate your sympathy; sometimes you have to take risks and you have to spend money. , you have to struggle patiently to find your way among the jagged rocks and the prickly grass cracks. At that time, hardship, pain, and consumption were all possible now. You are as flexible and flexible as water. The heart that seeks compassion can find peace and euphoria before.

That’s why I say that friends are a luxury, and “knowing each other” is a treasure, but they have to be exchanged for and fought for with true temperament. Therefore, I dare not speak easily, because I know that my sources are limited, I am very cautious and sometimes have the fear of bankruptcy; I cannot "spend" casually. The day before yesterday, some children came to invite me to speak to you. Their sincerity convinced me that I had to obey. But, children, I am ashamed to say, what can I give you?