Life and Fallen Leaves _700 words

Autumn has come, leaves fall with the wind, leaving thoughts all over the place, but it has shaped my whole autumn. Standing at the window, watching a fallen leaf lying quietly on the ground. That leaf is almost dark green, along the thick veins, slowly walking towards the yellow edge. A once glorious life quietly passed away, and the richness of that life disappeared from this world. Is this the hard work and struggle of Ye Er's life, just for the harvest of others in one season? In early spring, it enjoys the touch of the sun; In midsummer, it is immersed in lush glory; In late autumn, it indulges in the warm embrace of the earth. How can such a caring life be said to be bleak But it will wither eventually, and a leaf will fall from the branch and float away.

Yes, the richness of life has passed away, but the blessing of life will not. Oh, the fallen leaves are silent, but affectionate ―― she paid her life and gained eternal respect. Isn't it? A petal of residual red, a meteor, always makes people sigh the shortness of life. However, although a flash in the pan is only a moment, it is affectionate and open, and it has no regrets; Although the meteor only flashed for a moment, it lit up the dark night sky. Suddenly thought of a person's life. Everyone is like a leaf. Leaves in spring are green, leaves in summer are green, leaves in autumn turn yellow, and leaves in winter fall. Each leaf finds its place in the tree and continuously delivers oxygen to the tree. In order to live on this big tree, I would like to be a green leaf. When the tree needs me to make spring mud for the coming year, I'm not afraid to drop it anymore. Perhaps people's courage is inversely proportional to their age. When I was young, I was fearless and didn't care about anything. However, with the growth of age, the fetters and worries have increased, and my courage is getting smaller every day, for fear of losing these and those. The deeper you go into this colorful world, the harder it is to give up.

I have always felt that we should learn to correctly understand the meaning of enjoying life. In my memory, the fallen leaves have been proudly singing a life in the wind. Attachment is a kind of happiness, and farewell is not necessarily painful. Face the past calmly, face life with a smile, learn to be grateful, and then learn to be happy. Life is just a few decades, wonderful and beautiful, which is another expression of life. A philosopher said, "Falling is just a process. Facing the fall will be mature and complete. " Don't be afraid of death. Isn't life beautiful because it is short? I think fallen leaves are a cycle of life. When winter goes and spring comes, they will come back to life here, just as Gong Zizhen said in his poem: Falling red is not heartless, but turning into spring mud will protect flowers more.