1, when the maple leaves are falling, it is often the most sentimental time. When the wind blows, it will inevitably seem bleak, just like a sad love story, and the falling maple leaves are the most tearful. "The slowly falling maple leaves are like missing, and I light candles to warm autumn at the end of the year", but as the lyrics say, even if the bleak maple leaves fall sadly, you should learn to warm your heart with romance. Unlike other tall trees, maple leaves wait for death helplessly and quietly, but rotate with the autumn wind, strive to draw the most beautiful arc, and then return to the earth lightly.

2. Red maple leaves are the most. This is a deep red, beautiful color. The Luhu Park near my home is full of red leaves, and the whole park is like a red ocean. This is why the flag of Canada is a red maple leaf. The yellow maple leaf is the most beautiful, it is a kind of golden yellow. Looking from a distance, it looks like almond trees in the south of the Yangtze River in March, dazzling. My mother and I took pictures under the maple tree, as if we had entered the golden palace, and even my mother's face became more beautiful. There are few purple maple leaves, and they are purple, just like the purple curtain in the theater. Only the green maple leaves are not afraid of autumn frost, and the delicate leaves are still so green.

3. Red leaves are scattered in the evergreen forest, tall and straight, flying like flags; Delicate and beautiful, as soft as tearing flowers; Like a cloud, like a flame that can't be extinguished. It has always been like this, but I have never found that red leaves have an indifferent fragrance.

4. On the street, in the park, by the stream, in the front yard and backyard, there are rows of maple trees, piece by piece, row by row. There are red maple leaves, yellow maple leaves, green maple leaves and purple maple leaves. Under the maple tree, there are gray villas, blue grass and beautiful flowers. You can't even paint the scenery.

I picked up a complete maple leaf from the ground and held it in my hand to observe it carefully: it is shaped like a small and exquisite fan and a big tail of an anchovy. The stout petiole is like a squirrel's hairy tail, red and green; Milky veins extend from the petiole, as if taller than anyone else; The big red leaves and veins are closely connected, just like a pair of "good friends" who will never be separated. Maple leaves also exude the fragrance of earth, refreshing.