A word on the aesthetic conception of fallen leaves

The beautiful artistic conception of fallen leaves is as follows

1. Under the rustle of Lin Qiu, a leaf was suddenly designated as the first one.

Write me an autumn letter when the leaves fall.

3. When the fallen leaves gradually cover the hillside, my shadow should also be picked up, slightly curled up crisp, so many strangers, when I pass by the hillside, when I become a river.

When the wind blows, the grass won't turn yellow, and the water won't be the wave in my memory unless I catch the yellow moth, unless I swim in the dark river.

Most people are like fallen leaves, floating, flying and rippling in the air with the wind and finally falling to the ground. A few people are like stars in the sky, running in a fixed orbit, and no wind energy blows them. In their hearts, they have their own guidance and direction.

If you ask me how much I miss it, it's not heavy, like a fallen leaf on the mountain in autumn.

7. When the autumn wind blows, use its anxious wings to blow away the fallen leaves on the tree and the poet's poems.

The roadside is covered with tall poplars, and countless leaves fall from the zenith like Huang Jinyu. I felt a tremor in my heart and some poems came to my mind.

9. Fold you in layers of fallen leaves waiting to be turned over. When the wind blows, I can see you again.

10. Lift the water to see the mountain, see the fire being carried away by smoke, the leaves falling, the shadow long and the beam heavy.

1 1. I don't remember the sadness in the wind or the sadness in the leaves.

12. Leaves are flying all over the sky. Why can't Guan Qing sleep?

13. The distant mountains are crying purple, and the mourning days are long, but the fallen leaves fly to meet, and the skirts at night are a breeze.

14. I like this rainy day. There is a meadow on this plain. My heart is drifting in the wind endlessly. The wind blew away the leaves of the grass and a wisp of clouds, like smoke.

15. Sometimes, it is not necessarily the apricot blossom and spring rain, nor the fallen leaves and flying flowers that make a person full of enthusiasm for life, but the snow falls in Qian Shan and the ancient trees are green. There is great compassion and great hope.

16. The wind blows up the fallen leaves on the ground, as if adding a sentence.