Classical Prose of Tree and Leaf

Classic Prose of Tree and Leaf 1 Tree and Leaf met, fell in love and stayed together, but never held hands and stayed together for a lifetime.

Trees and leaves, after experiencing the gentle whispering in spring and the passionate love in summer, in the early autumn, their love blooms more brilliantly in the autumn wind, and they love each other like honey. Mid-Autumn Festival, their love is full of fruits. Just as the leaves were immersed in the ocean of happiness of love, the tree decided to give up the leaves. Leaves heartache, but attached to the warm embrace of the tree. They are attached to the days when they fell in love and knew each other, and are reluctant to leave. They longed for the tree to have room to keep her, but the tree was silent and ignored her. The leaves sighed helplessly and left the tree sadly.

The wind is very cold, and my heart is very sad. Leaves wander alone in the air, swaying with the wind, and I don't know where my home is. Hesitation, helplessness, injustice, sadness, painful leaves ... everything, the original tree knows. Because when the leaves turned away from the tree, the tree kept staring at the leaves silently. He cried sadly, and tears fell like rain. The tree heart is broken, painful and empty, but the tree still chooses silence. ...

After the tree and leaf left, they murmured sadly: Ye, I'm sorry, it's not that I'm heartless, that I don't keep you, that I don't love you, and that my heart has never left you. My beloved leaves, only in the autumn when the leaves fall, are the alternation of four seasons, which is a natural law. I can't stop them, and there is nothing I can do. I can't shelter you from the wind and rain anymore.

I can't give you enough oxygen. I know that only wind energy can give you courage, take you to warm land and bring you happiness. Therefore, I can only choose to give up, and I can only pray for a gift to give you eternal happiness, eternal youth and beauty!

The heart of the tree drifted with the wind and floated into the ears and hearts of the leaves. Ye finally understood the true feelings of the tree and its great love and selflessness. Ye smiled and cried like raindrops.

When the leaves are relieved, the tree will have no regrets. Leaves and trees say goodbye for the last time in the wind, remember each other's appearance, meet in the afterlife and continue to love. Leaves drifted with the wind in the pity eyes of the tree. With the love and blessing of the tree, she fearlessly searched for another new world of her own.

The leaves smiled, the tree smiled, waved goodbye again, and the leaves will dance in the wind again and then leave. ...

Actually, we are all the same. Not all people who love each other can do whatever they want, stay together for life and never give up. Give up when it's time to give up, summon up courage to give up resolutely, and don't resent it. Cherish each other's love, meet in the afterlife, meet again by destiny, and then continue to love. This is the highest state of love, and it is also a way of selfless dedication to love.

Classic Prose Tree and Leaf 2 Autumn has come, so quietly. At this time, the geese have flown to the far south, and all kinds of plants have withered and flowers have withered. This is a sad season, like a black-and-white movie, the whole world has lost its usual color.

On a cool morning, an autumn wind blew away the last leaf on the tree. Like a butterfly, the leaves are flying in the sky and finally fall to the ground quietly. When the tree woke up, there was no trace of leaves. It was in a hurry and quickly shouted, "Ye, where are you?" At this time, Ye heard the call of the tree and quickly responded: "I am here, I am at your feet." The tree looked down and found itself lying at his feet. The tree said, "Why did you leave me? I have always been so kind to you, always giving you water to drink, feeding you nutrition, and trying to grow up so that you can get more sunshine. I love you so much that you just left quietly, "Ye said. "I didn't leave you. I am actually still by your side! " The tree manager doesn't listen to the leaves. I just think Ye is too heartless.

In a blink of an eye, a year passed. It is the spring of another year, when everything is revived, the trees are full of vitality and begin to grow. This tree strives to take root and sprout, absorbing water and nutrition from all around. At this time, the leaves have decayed and become a pool of fertile soil, which moistens the tree and blends into the tree's body. Soon, the tree sprouted again. A few months later, these buds grew into leaves again. One of the leaves looks like the last one, and the tree says to it, "You look like an old friend of mine." The leaf said, "I am the last leaf." I'm not lying to you. I didn't leave you. " I have been watching you silently and caring for you. You and I will always be one. "

The story of trees and leaves reminds me of the feelings between people. People often lament that the person they love the most has left them. "The moon is full of rain or shine, and people have joys and sorrows. This matter is ancient and difficult. " Sometimes people we love leave us, but it doesn't mean they are really disloyal to us. I think they've been watching us, but we just don't know it. Sometimes a short parting may be to get along for a longer time in the future. So I hope that people will not be so sad when they leave, and they should know how to let go. It is not good for them to let go blindly. Try to live a happy life, so that when they come back, we can greet them with a better face. Even if they don't come back, they will be happy to see that we are happy.

So I want to say: not all parting is sad, but more contains a kind of hope.

Trees and Leaves Classic Prose 3 There are no two identical leaves in the world.

I used to stare at the leaves in the sun, flashing a little light, and then in the breeze, all the leaves, big, small, green, yellow, sunny and sunny, were swaying gently. -That is the happiness and joy of a tree.

Ye won't refuse sunshine and happiness because he is different from others.

However, people may.

Once I went shopping for shoes with my partner, I always appreciated her dress style and tried my best to imitate it. So, when she chose a pair of shoes, I also shouted, waiter, I'll try them on, too. I tried it on smugly, only to find that she had put down her shoes and took a fancy to another pair.

It's good to get lost. I've been putting those shoes in the cupboard, and I'm too lazy to look at them or wear them.

Later, I found out that I was totally different from her. She is very slim and keeps clamoring for weight gain, while I am clamoring for weight loss every day. Her style is quite different from mine. How can you imitate blindly! I remembered the silly boy who went to Handan to learn to walk. Am I different from him? I just haven't completely forgotten how to walk.

Of course, it is understandable to learn from other people's clothes. If it is changed, even if it is not changed, it will only hurt people's eyes, and it is not a big mistake. But in life, we always blindly learn to be others, of course, not just like me, just learning others to dress and wear shoes, we can still be tolerant. Where are the others? Can they?

The office where everyone is sitting. The people on the stage are eloquent, and the people under the stage are either frowning or playing with their mobile phones, as if they have nothing to do with themselves, and as if they have already been in the distant Pacific Ocean.

The people on the stage finally finished talking, so they asked, "Are there any other different opinions?"

Everyone in the audience suddenly laughed: "You're right, it's perfect, there's nothing missing."

The people on the stage also held their heads high, as if they were really the perfect leaves standing at the top of the tree to enjoy the fullest sunshine.

The audience looked up. It seems that the blood flowing on my body is exactly the same as his, and it is the perfect similarity or even the same with him.

At this time, some people in the audience may want to be themselves, but they will never have the courage.

Because only by keeping a high degree of consistency with the people on the stage can he get his own sunshine and live happily.

Then, all the people became that one person.

Later, it seems that the whole world has become one person.

Maybe I should spend an afternoon, holding a magnifying glass, from one tree to another, from one mountain to another, to see if all the leaves in the world are the same!

The leaves are the same.

Even its roots have become the same.

Trees and Leaves Classic Essays Four times the old man announced that winter had begun.

The weather is getting colder and colder, people put on heavy clothes one after another, girls' hair is fresh and messy, and many children and old people are blown to the outpatient building and hospital beds of hospitals, suffering from illness and having to pay a large sum of money. Even the tried and tested middle-aged people are hunched, rubbing their hands and cursing winter. The cleaning staff who came out early and returned late waved tools from time to time and threw their anger at the rolling leaves.

This is the winter that many people hate.

But I am full of endless attachment to winter. When I was a child, it was winter, and so was the country. The winter at that time was warm, beautiful and intoxicating.

/kloc-Before the age of 0/2, I studied and lived in the countryside of my hometown. Every winter, we children have a sense of mission, voluntarily pick up tools, hug leaves, string leaves, scrape snow grass, brush and simmer, and sit on the hot heatable adobe sleeping platform to create a happy myth in winter.

The heatable adobe sleeping platform used to be an oven and radiator in the countryside. Leaves are an important fuel for burning kang and a strategic resource in winter. Whoever has a lot of leaves will have a warm winter. Because adults' main energy is to earn work points, children become the main force holding leaves. Therefore, children regard holding leaves as a profession and as a competition and competition of ability.

Every winter after lunch, when I was still young, I took a bamboo basket, a bamboo rake, or a rake made of thick wire and wood, and took four or five children down to a nearby ditch to hold leaves. On the hillside on both sides of the ditch, there are patches of winter forest (it should be a kind of poplar from now on) and locust forest. In winter, the branches are long and leafy, with broad leaves, which are resistant to burning and easy to hold. Sophora japonica is small in size and has many leaves, so it is more troublesome to hold it. We usually hold the leaves of winter trees first, and then the leaves of acacia. In the ditch, some older children will carefully divide a place with many big leaves into their own sites to keep others away from him. Although the younger children have opinions, they have no obvious dissatisfaction. Everyone scrambled to hold the leaves in piles and put them in baskets separately. When you are full, press it with your hands and step on it with your feet. Some children, the basket is full, but there are still leaves to hold, so they break some twigs and insert them around the basket. In today's words, they just made a heightened box to hold them. If it can't be finished, give it to other good friends. In this process, if you are not careful, your hands and feet will be pricked and bled by thorns mixed in the middle of leaves. This kind of thing is very common, and children are not afraid. If they find a thorn, they will pinch it with their nails and pull it out by hand, or find a sewing needle to pick it out when they go back.

Come together and go back together. Some children are very young. Their baskets are too full to carry. If they can't, other children will help them. Downhill is easy, uphill is difficult. The basket is empty when going downhill and solid when going uphill. The slope ratio in the ditch is long, about 800 meters, relatively steep, about 40 degrees. I don't walk much, and my whole body will sweat slightly. Although I didn't wear socks or gloves, I was so hot that I wanted to take off my clothes. When going uphill, we often have a rest once or twice, but instead of putting the basket on the ground, we lean the basket on a half cliff, stand for a few minutes with a rake in one hand, and then carry it up.

Back to the ground, I walked less than 100 meters, and I went home. I used to pour the leaves in the basket on the pile of leaves, and when I saw that the pile of leaves was getting bigger and bigger, I felt unspeakable joy and my heart was a little warmer. I shouted to myself, "Grandma, I'm back. I'm holding the leaves." Grandma, who is sewing on the kang, quickly replied, "The baby dog is back. Wash her hands. There are hot red taro in the pot and take it to the kang to eat. " At this time, I always feel extremely happy and sweet in my heart, which is my grandmother's reward. I quickly took off the door buckle, pushed open the kitchen door, leaned the washbasin against the water tank, scooped up half a spoonful of water, washed my hands, uncovered the wooden cover, took out a little hot taro, poured it with my left hand and my right hand, and entered the wing where my grandmother lived. Grandma said happily, "Go to the kang, sit by the window and watch the door. It is the hottest here. " I sat on it, where it was really the warmest, and my hands were a little hot when I sat. Sometimes I take leaves home and eat glutinous rice noodles (steamed buns made of glutinous rice noodles are very sweet), and sometimes I eat warm sweet persimmons in the pot. While eating these good things, I always feel very happy to listen to grandma telling interesting stories, riddles and stories in the village. The story of Wang Xiang lying on the ice and turning bowls was told to me at that time, and it is still fresh in my memory.

Children who are too young to hold the leaves in the ditch voluntarily find a thin bamboo two or three feet long, and let their parents insert a corncob at one end to make the other end sharp. They took this tool and tied leaves near their home. When you are full, take it down and put it on the pile of leaves at home. Their red faces also make the cold winter warm.

Without leaves, we children aim at the grass around the village. These grasses are like the grass on the lawn in the city now. The leaves are very thin, but they are relatively low and not as dense as the grass on the lawn. We call this grass snow grass. In winter, snow grass dries up. Our way to deal with snow grass is to use a tool called scraping. This scraping method is also simple, that is, cut a piece of wood slightly thicker than an adult's arm into a length of about one foot and five inches, cut a deep ditch with a saw, pad it with a bit of broken wet cloth, attach a blade and attach a wooden handle. We children take this kind of scraping, go to snowy and grassy places, scrape everywhere and scrape the ground clean. It doesn't take much effort to scrape a lot of snow and grass, which is much easier than holding leaves in the ditch. There is a lot of fine soil in the blowing snow grass. When we pull, we gently pull the pile with our hands, leaving the soil behind. In a short time, a cage was full.

Another way to treat snow grass is to brush it with jujube. This jujube brush now looks like a mop on the floor. The mop is made of prickly thorns and is relatively dense. People who brush dates are sometimes older children, and sometimes people in their sixties and seventies. Use jujube brush to treat snow grass, not brush snow grass, but brush to simmer. At that time, there was a joke circulating between children and adults. It is said that it is far away and foggy. When I got closer, I found that it was an old man brushing and simmering. The original intention of this joke is that some people like to brag, and the wind and rain are small. But from the source, it also shows that the work of brushing and simmering pots is dirty and easy to raise soil.

Holding leaves, scraping snow grass and brushing stew were the main jobs of rural children in winter at that time, which was also their fun. After doing these jobs, we sat on the kang heated by leaves and snow grass, and put our cold little hands on the bed or under our buttocks, feeling particularly comfortable. Sometimes I read on the hot kang, and sometimes I sleep. If we feel lonely again, we will invite some children to take out a box of "Leap Forward" cards and play upgrade games on the kang. If you don't feel satisfied, go to the alley outside, push apricots, jump, beat bread (a toy made of paper, you will win or lose if you knock it over), and roll iron rings to make you warm all over.

If the weather is colder, we will also build a clay brazier indoors and put our own charcoal. Smokeless charcoal fire seems to completely burn the cold in winter.

It was winter at that time, the outdoor temperature was lower than now, and we didn't wear much clothes, but we didn't feel too cold or sick. That's because the hot kang burned by leaves and snow grass gave us warmth, kind family nurtured us, and exercise gave us heat and joy. More importantly, we made a warm winter with our own hands.

If I can cross, I want to get out of the heating room, go back to my hometown and hug the leaves, scrape the snow grass, brush and simmer, pick up my diligence, hug my responsibility and come back to warm up the cold winter.

The classic prose of Tree and Leaf has five leaves, which is unpretentious and ordinary enough for people to turn a blind eye. However, the leaves did not stop the rhythm of life because of everyone's indifference.

The cold winter has passed and the residual snow has not completely melted. What penetrates the haze is the little green of rows of willow branches on the river bank. Like a chick that broke out of its shell, it seems to rush out of the first light in the darkness before dawn, bringing people unlimited enterprising power and unlimited vision for a better future. Leaves, leading the earth to warm up, are the prelude to the spring movement.

The hustle and bustle of midsummer is full of flowers, and butterflies fly around the peak because of the gorgeous flowers. I don't blame people for their natural attributes of seeking beauty, but also give wonderful flowers and plants many hymns and beautiful videos. At this time, the leaves are flashing and leaping, silently setting off the delicate beauty of flowers, neither humble nor angry. If you meet a flower picker with various purposes, the green leaves may be roughly stripped of the branches on which they live, thrown into the ground casually, and then crushed into the soil by countless big feet, so you have to put yourself into the next life cycle prematurely.

I have witnessed the beauty of spring, the fragrance of flowers in summer and the joy of fruits in autumn. Now the leaves have ushered in their own glory. That fiery red flame, like a phoenix nirvana, tells everyone the surprise of being reborn from the fire. That yellow color, like the golden palace in fairy tales, tells the inevitability of final achievement after tempering.

Winter is coming, the wind is very strong, and everything in the world follows the law of ups and downs. The leaves with trembling branches are not the youth attached at this moment, but the memories of roots and branches should be remembered. After agreeing to contribute to the new year's round of Dashu in the coming year, it will dance happily and throw itself into the embrace of the earth with elegant posture. ...

I praise leaves because they are simple and not spoiled; I praise leaves because they are ordinary and not cheap; I praise the dedication of leaves rather than luxury; I appreciate leaves. In the final analysis, they are real and natural. ...