Excellent components of deciduous leaves

In daily study, work or life, everyone will be exposed to composition to some extent. Composition is the transition from internal speech to external speech, that is, from a compressed and concise language that you can understand to a developed and standardized grammatical structure that others can understand. I believe writing a composition is a headache for many people. The following is an excellent composition of fallen leaves that I arranged for you. Welcome to read the collection.

1 My mother drove me to school in the morning. I am like a cheerful and lively bird, running happily to the campus. At this moment, I saw the golden leaves on the ground. They are not conspicuous, but they are very interesting. When I often walk forever, I step on the leaves on the ground and jump into the teaching building.

The air in the morning is very humid. They lie flat on the ground, and sometimes some of them tilt up. It's like getting up and breathing fresh air. I walked up Yonglu until I reached the door of the teaching building, and found that the leaves on the trees next to me turned yellow, and some of them were lost. The newly fallen leaves fluttered in the wind. They are really like small stamps. I don't know where it is posted. It may be mailed to ants, mice and beetles. The letter may say that winter is coming, so get ready quickly! Ha ha ha, the fallen leaves in the morning are really fun! The morning will pass soon.

At noon, the sun dried the fallen leaves, making a crisp clicking sound, which was very pleasant, like playing a chorus and saying goodbye to Mother Tree. This kind of sound also lets birds flying in the sky and insects crawling underground know that autumn is coming and winter is coming soon. We should prepare for winter.

At night, the air is drier, and the fallen leaves are more brittle than at noon, and they are curled like egg rolls. We like to pick up a bunch of leaves as candied haws. A classmate said, "One yuan a bunch." Some students retorted: "One yuan is too expensive, it should cost fifty cents." In this way, the inconspicuous fallen leaves have become our fun to play. And there is a breeze at night, blowing the fallen leaves into a pile. Stepping on it is more brittle than noon. If you don't tread enough, you always feel that there are too few leaves. We always want to have more. Uncle Breeze and Aunt Tree both agreed to our request. The breeze blew gently, and Aunt Tree shook her arm. The leaves danced gently in the air, colliding with each other and making a rustling sound.

The fallen leaves on campus are so fun!

This season is late autumn. In the early morning, the cold wind came, and the leaves fell from the branches and fell into the arms of Mother Earth.

I grabbed a poplar leaf and studied it carefully: the veins are clear, the color is bright, the color is thick green and slightly yellowish, which doesn't give people the feeling of aging at all, but reveals a little smart and lively mood in maturity. Just now, I gave a loud laugh at the treetops. In an instant, I sang, jumped off the treetops and ran to the earth.

I held the fallen leaves in my hand and thought-suddenly I remembered the poem of Indian poet Tagore: "The cause of fruit is lofty, and the cause of flower is sweet." Let's do the business of leaves! " The leaves are humbly and sincerely green. "Yes, leaf's career is noble. All his life, he didn't know how to take, only how to give. In spring, it slowly spread out from the branches and began its yellow-green childhood. Since then, it has dedicated nutrients to its mother and bright green to people. In summer, it reaches its adult stage. At this time, it is facing the scorching sun, drenched with heavy rain, fearless like a hero, humbly and sincerely hanging shade for people, performing the duties of "green factory". It was not until late autumn that it was old and felt that its mission had been completed, and it automatically retired and floated to the ground.

Look at the fallen leaves on the ground. They gathered in the bushes and approached the same humble roots as those who had done some work. They turn into spring mud and then make contributions. Gong Zizhen, a poet in A Qing, said: "Ruthless things turn red and turn into spring mud to protect flowers." He is praising the falling petals, but I think this kind of praise should not show the petals that have been out of the limelight, but should be the leaves that silently contribute to life. I don't agree with Zheng, a poet and painter in the Southern Song Dynasty, who praised chrysanthemums, saying, "It is better to hold incense in the branches and die than to blow it in the north wind." Is it commendable that the withered chrysanthemum petals have completed their tasks and lost their value, and still cling to the branches and do not abdicate? How about resolutely stepping down when the fallen leaves are ready to retreat, making room for the budding spring buds and finding another "waste heat"? I stroked this fallen leaf with my hand, quietly listening to its breath and thinking about its character. Gradually, my love for fallen leaves turned into respect for it.

At this time, I suddenly saw several old people coming from the poplar forest, with silver hair and vigorous spirits, kicking their legs and feet in the glade and starting morning exercises one by one. I know I am a retired teacher, but I have never learned from him. At this moment, I put the fallen leaves together and respect them!

Time passes by, mottled tree shadows are scattered with broken leaves, and time is gone forever.

Grandma is like a fallen leaf in autumn.

I still remember when I was a child, I ran to grandma's yard every day after school. At that time, grandma's yard was a mystery to me. The yard is full of exotic flowers and plants, which inevitably attracts some insects, which is quite artistic in a hundred-herb garden. But that's not what grandma cares about. She has a soft spot for trees.

The trees in grandma's yard were planted by grandparents together. It used to be just a small sapling, but now it has grown into a towering tree, but grandma's face is like a broken flower. This tree is an unknown tree, it doesn't bloom, it just decorates itself with its leaves, which is its only bright spot and covers up the vicissitudes it has experienced.

Every time after beginning of autumn, grandma will pick up the fallen leaves on the ground in the yard, and when she picks them up, she will still hold them in her hand in a daze, with endless regrets and worries on her face. Grandma always comes into the house to get an old simple dark brown box with patterns on it. It must have been polished by time. Grandma will carefully open the box and put the fallen leaves in it. I think it must be a witness to grandma's youth passing away. Grandma can't read, but I think grandma can also read the pain and sadness of autumn leaves.

Autumn leaves fall, the sun stops jumping, as if suddenly getting old and suddenly feeling sad. Sunshine began to work for the sad people in autumn, spreading the sad green and drying the lonely red for them.

The sun is shining. In grandma's time, grandma was busy making a living every day. She gets up before dawn every day to do farm work, fetch water and cook. I found that grandma's hands were covered with calluses, which were caused by daily work and exhausted her youth. But grandma never mentioned her pain, never complained, and only left us carefree birds to sing. Who knows the pain behind her.

Grandma is like a fallen leaf in autumn. Even if she stepped on the back of the fallen leaves, she wouldn't make any noise. Unlike snow, even if you tread lightly, you will moan. Grandma's heart is like a cloud that stores rain. Gently pinch it and you will burst into tears. I want grandma to find a place to take off her shoulders so that she won't get old and take away the fallen leaves in autumn.

Autumn leaves, grandma's time flies, time cooks rain and life smiles. Grandma is peaceful as water, compassionate and concise.

When the touch of green on the branches gradually recedes, when the sad yellow meets the branches, when the autumn wind sweeps up the boundless leaves, there is always a trace of sadness in my heart.

When the last flower falls, autumn comes to us. Five-color fruit replaces the flower heart, apple is red and slightly green, orange and yellow are slightly green. The fragrance of fruit floated across the orchard and to the farmer's window. A long-lost smile appeared on their faces, so they picked melons and fruits in groups of three or five.

Autumn is the harvest season. As long as you feel it with your heart, you can feel the joy of harvest.

The streets are full of fallen leaves, sorghum blushes, pomegranate grins and laughs happily. I picked a green orange, peeled it and chewed it with my mouth. The sweet juice is full of farmers' sweat, which is especially delicious.

Autumn is a rainy season. When dark clouds cover the sky, when leaves begin to rustle and sing, an inevitable autumn rain begins. The rain began to hit the ground. At first, it seemed to be just a small fight. After a while, a menacing autumn rain began. "sasha vujacic-sasha vujacic-",the rain is getting bigger and bigger, as if a sad person, began to cry. ...

Autumn leaves are flying on the branches; Autumn is a heavy fruit; Autumn is people's infinite longing and yearning for a bumper harvest.

Autumn is a harvest season and a cool season. There are many fallen leaves on the road, yellow and red ... The most conspicuous leaves are red (maple leaf) and yellow (ginkgo leaf).

The leaves of maple leaves are red, like stamps, bringing coolness in autumn. Ginkgo biloba leaves and yellow leaves are like handfuls of small fans, fanning away the summer heat. Suddenly, a strong wind blew and many fallen leaves floated on the road. There are so many fallen leaves on the ground! How many fallen leaves fall from the tree like flying butterflies! The colorful leaves blown to the road by the wind are so beautiful! I asked my mother, "Hey? Why are the fallen leaves on the trees different in shape? " Mother said, "Because different kinds of trees have different shapes of leaves!" " "I said," oh! I see! " Mother said, "What do you understand?" I said, "I see what you just said! "Different kinds of trees have different shapes of leaves!" Mom said, "Well, that's clever!

I only said it once, so you remember. I think I have to say it twice before you remember. Not bad! "Through this incident, I understand that the fallen leaves on the tree do not depend on the leaves, but on the types of trees. Different kinds of trees have different leaves.

Summer has passed, and Mother Qiu is busy putting a golden coat on the tree. Looking up, it is like a vast ocean of gold. The autumn wind swept away, and the leaves fell one after another, and some danced like butterflies; Some fly as lightly as orioles; Others spin like dancers. The ground is covered with fallen leaves, like a golden carpet.

Fallen leaves are floating around on the ground. The swallow saw it and said, "The fallen leaves helped me a lot. It told me that it was late autumn and told me to go to the south for the winter. "

Fallen leaves are floating in the yard. When the duckling saw it, he hurried over, holding the fallen leaves in his hand, looking left and right, and finally buckled it on his head. The duckling said, "I finally have a new hat." It turns out that the duckling used the fallen leaves as a hat.

Fallen leaves are floating around in the river. The little ant once wanted to play with his friends, but a small river blocked his way. The little ant is very anxious, but when it sees the fallen leaves, it is very happy. It took the fallen leaves as a boat and left, saying, "It's good to take a boat."

Not only fallen leaves, but everything has a strong vitality, such as a poem: wildfire never completely devours them, and they are tall again in the spring breeze. You burn the grass with fire, but in spring, the grass will grow actively and start a new life.

Leaves turn yellow and fall in autumn, and buds appear in spring, and life is spent in repeated cycles. As human beings, we only have one vitality, so we should cherish life more.

In the end, it defeated itself, chose to burn, covered the whole body with boiling blood, and burned out its last enthusiasm. In the face of disappearance, it offered a sacrifice of life to nature with frankness, enthusiasm and an indomitable heart.

It always thinks that autumn is its biggest enemy. ...

When autumn wind and autumn rain are sad, the chill brought by autumn devours the green leaves full of expectation, but it is put on a yellow coat in a pretentious manner. Autumn robbed it of its exuberant vitality, tore off its beautiful coat, but had to decorate it.

Sadness and hatred violently hit its heart.

One day, autumn passed by it, and a tear accidentally fell on it. At that moment, its heart suddenly trembled, and it would cry in such a cold autumn. But when it looked up, it saw that the indifferent autumn was coldly impacting its partner. At that moment, its heart softened, and it turned out that autumn also had difficulties. It was also nature who instructed it to do the work of this killer.

There is a little warmth in its heart.

It suddenly opened up, and it was proud of itself.

It is a book, let's read from light green to yellow as history, a history with only spring, summer, autumn and winter. However, the world can't live without it. Without it, there would be no flowers, let alone life and death. It brings ups and downs to ordinary life.

It finally figured it out.

For the existence and development of nature, life and death are inevitable and irresistible. Although this road to death is the only way and cannot be changed, the road to death can be changed, and it chooses to burn. Gently, it fell to the ground. As a result, the once new green, shade, flowers and lush leaves all fell off. But it doesn't regret it, because it also knows the truth that "falling red is not a heartless thing, but turning into spring mud protects flowers more" It gradually dissolved into the earth, let the new leaves take away its bits and pieces, and it saw the continuation of its own life. It may be the connection point of sadness and joy, life and death, and the land it covers is the intangible boundary of life and life exchange.

Some people say that the beauty of fallen leaves lies in its own color; It is also said that the beauty of fallen leaves lies in the birth of spring. But I think the beauty of fallen leaves lies in its self-defeating, selfish and selfless dedication.

Outside the window, the green leaves swayed with the wind, and I seemed to hear a firm voice underground: "Value!" "

After 8 days, it was cold and leaves of different shapes changed. Walking in autumn, I can't help but find that the leaves have changed color.

Ginkgo biloba leaves turned yellow and fell in succession. I picked up an unremarkable ginkgo leaf and found that it seemed to be surrounded by a golden apron, which was very beautiful. In the sun, golden light is shining, just like those little bells. After careful observation, I found that the veins on Ginkgo biloba leaves are very sticky, but the hands can be shaped. A breeze blew, and the landing ginkgo leaves danced with the wind. Maple leaves, from a distance, look like a burning fire, glowing red under the sunlight, just like red flowers, just like showing off their strong vitality. Looking at the palm-like maple leaves, I felt it and remembered a poem: stop and sit in the maple forest late, the frost leaves are red in February flowers. Mimosa is unwilling to lag behind, holding its head high and its chest erect, with a hint of kingliness. Mimosa is not outstanding in appearance, but it has outstanding characteristics: shyness. If you touch it with your hand, its leaves will roll up like a shy little girl. But when he is not shy, he looks like an indomitable spirit! Walking into nature, you will find the mystery and beauty of nature.

A chill came, and everything in autumn was obviously lifeless. Ginkgo biloba, which was full of treetops yesterday, is now rare. It's sad to watch ginkgo fall. Watching a dead leaf fall reminds me of that autumn.

At that time, I went to the hospital to visit my grandfather. Grandpa said he would go home and reunite with us when he was well. We were all waiting for this day, but just as we were waiting for this day, there was a bad news. Grandpa passed away. How much grandpa wanted to go home when he was alive! But he didn't fulfill his little wish. Our family hadn't seen him before he died. He left quietly, if so, that's what grandpa is. Grandpa was the same when he was alive.

When I was a child, I grew up under my grandfather's knee. Grandpa lives in a small mountain area at the foot of the mountain. It's a good place, surrounded by mountains and rivers. Once I wanted to eat candy, so I asked my grandfather to buy it. Because there was no supermarket in the mountainous area, grandpa went to the supermarket far away from the city to buy it. Grandpa bought me candy by bike. It's a long distance from this mountain to this city, so I didn't go with him. I'm just waiting for my grandfather to come back at home. As time went on, I waited for my grandfather to come back from day to night and bought me more sugar. I am very happy. Later, I learned that when grandpa rode to the city to give me candy, he fell down and broke his knee because he was too slippery. After I knew about it, I went to ask Grandpa why he didn't tell me about it. Grandpa smiled and said, you are so happy, why do you want to say such an unhappy thing! And as long as you are happy, I am happy and it doesn't hurt. I nodded in ignorance and ran out with a smile. Until today, this matter has been my biggest mistake. Grandpa's love for me is also selfless, but I just miss myself. By the time I knew, the person who loved me had already left.

Time flies, grandpa has left me for several years in a blink of an eye, but those things are vivid and unforgettable. Now I know that loving someone is not just words, but actions. Love should be early, not that the person who loves you will change, but that he can't wait for your love.

Looking at the last leaf falling outside the window, I want to say to grandpa, I hope you are all right in heaven.

10 The footsteps of spring are approaching, and the branches have pulled out the first green leaves under the touch of the spring breeze. The longer it gets, the bigger it gets. Finally, in autumn, it naughty jumped down from the branches that accompanied the whole spring and summer and came to this stable home.

It almost drifted all over the world with the wind, and it began to feel lonely, but it could only go anywhere with the wind, because its original home no longer belonged to it. Autumn passed quickly, and the wind in winter was cold and fierce. It took off its dark green coat and became dry and brittle. It began to regret its rebellion and that it should not have left that home. When it came back to see the tree that fed it in the wind, it found that its brothers and sisters were gone, and it left here with regret.

Of course, it will pay for everything it has done. Finally, the tragedy happened. There was no wind that day. The sun shines on the earth very warmly. It walks alone on the road. Without the guidance of the wind, it doesn't know where its next home will be. Tonight, what does it want to use as a quilt and what to use as a pillow ... Thinking about it, it came to the middle of the road. It saw a dead corner across the road. It can spend the night there. It was about to go through the field when suddenly its foot slipped and fell, just then a big truck came head on. Another car ran over its body, and with a gust of wind, it disappeared into the world with the wind.

Maybe before it disappears, it will remember the first spring rain washing its body, the first ant rowing it across the river, the first time it left home, and ...

That fallen leaf will be you, me and him. And its tragedy will not be you, me and him, but those who don't know how to cherish life. We should pay attention to safety and protect our lives, so that we will not regret grinding into powder like that fallen leaf, and we will not repeat the tragedy of that fallen leaf. ...

1 1 The leaf is just a passer-by in people's sight. Everyone only appreciates green leaves and praises green, never asking about yellow leaves. In fact, the spirit of leaves is more valuable.

When people see a tall, straight or low tree, they will only say that it is lush, because they see dense leaves, but they rarely see yellow leaves on the ground. But they don't know, if it weren't for these fallen leaves, maybe this tree would never grow into a towering tree. Without fallen leaves, no new branches and leaves will grow. So falling leaves is a selfless dedication. I think this is the growth law of a tree-knowing how to give up, willing to pay, harvesting new things, and making yourself a small tree.

We should also be like a tree. Only by giving selflessly and knowing how to give can we gain new gains and grow up healthily. Don't be stingy when giving up. Try your best to take care of others when they need help, and your efforts will get the same value. Walking on the tree-lined path, you may feel that the fallen leaves on both sides of the road are in the way, affecting the city appearance, emitting a disgusting smell, and there are many mosquitoes. But you don't know that these fallen leaves can play a vital role in big trees. These big trees all understand the truth: you will get a reward for your efforts, and only by giving up useless yellow leaves can you grow stronger green leaves.

Fallen leaves, others look down on you, but I will praise you. You taught me how to be a man and how to grow up.

12 leaves, falling one by one, covered this narrow forest path.

I set foot on the starting point of this road and walked quietly. It was quiet all around, and there was no sound, as if this path was isolated from everything in the world, and I was isolated from the world, only the gentle feeling of stepping on the fallen leaves accompanied me.

Leaves are falling, and everything is raining. Probably not many people like this kind of autumn scenery. I am walking in my favorite season with mixed feelings. I don't know what it's like to look at the green leaves in full bloom in spring and summer, and now look at the aging yellow leaves floating in the wind. I just think that everything in the world is generally like this: from production to development to prosperity, to aging and even death, it is a process. Seeing yellow leaves flying, I won't feel sad like some people.

Another leaf fell, so I bent down to pick it up and play with it in my hand. I just think its life is like a person's life. Life is short, but serious. Man is just a passer-by in this vast world, but since he has come, he should leave something behind, at least to prove that he has been to this world. Don't leave some phenomena in real life puzzled? Confusion about the meaning of life? Some unnecessary depression of your own? No, we should leave a correct understanding of people and a solid footprint in the world!

Leaves fall one after another. ...

The wind is blowing and the leaves are spinning in the darkness of the wind. It's fighting the strong wind!

Pick it up and look at it, just like tasting life and appreciating the meaning and value of life. Life is colorful. There are joys, pains, setbacks and misfortunes in a rich life ... but as long as you are brave enough to fight and challenge life, happiness will come to you and make you happy.

I, walking through the forest, picked up a piece of fallen leaves, at the same time, I also picked up an answer to life from my heart. Although a little ethereal, a little far away, and even a little puzzling ... I finally got something!

Me, walking through the fallen leaves ...

13 in the morning, go out of the gloomy house and breathe fresh air in the street. Perhaps it is too early, the pedestrians on the street are sparse, and their faces are full of leisure. I close my eyes and enjoy this rare peace and relaxation.

The autumn wind is rustling, and the streets are shrouded in autumn cold. Suddenly, I found that the phoenix tree, which was still a golden cloud when I saw it last time, has now become a dead leaf and lost its former glory, like an old man shivering in the cold wind in his later years.

At the top of the tree, there are still a few leaves lingering. They are shivering in the branches, trying to fall off several times without falling off. However, it never reached the wind and broke away from the branches, leaving a fleeting arc in the air, which was greeted by the end of life.

Looking down at the leaves of the plane that fell all over the floor, I was inexplicably sad. Ye, it is doing its duty in the branches and dedicating all its youth, but what has it got? People forgot it, the world abandoned it, the cold autumn wind mercilessly deprived it of its life, and even the big tree that gave birth to it did not retain it. I am somewhat similar to this leaf. The frustration of my studies is so sad that I can't tell the difference between east and west, north and south, and I can't see the road ahead. Buried in the ocean of problems day and night, the result of struggle is always unsatisfactory. Can't meet the expectations of parents and teachers, chatter endlessly. Must I fail?

Lower your head, pick up a fallen leaf and hold it in your hand. Look at the surface texture carefully. Every root and leaf vein is clear and distinct, revealing a kind of perseverance. Staring at it for a long time, I seem to understand something.

Gong Zizhen once said in Qing Dynasty: "Falling in red is not a heartless thing, but turning into spring mud will protect flowers more." Ye, it's calm. In the face of death, it has no fear and no retreat. Even at the last moment of life, it held its head high. Although it is separated from the branches, it is turned into fertilizer, only for the next generation to be more glamorous. It left the sky and became an underground soldier, offering silently. Ye, I'm actually not as good as you-have I ever heard you complain?

Looking at the fallen leaves in my hand, I suddenly laughed out loud. The stone in my heart fell to the ground and broke into powder. Stand up, stretch, put on fresh air, and spit out the past turbidity.

Leaves fall to the ground and take root, which is a new cycle.

14 Although it is March in spring, I still got some yellow leaves when I cleaned the tidy area in the morning. Fallen leaves, why are there leaves in every season? Seeing these leaves always reminds me of an incident that happened last autumn.

That morning, my cousin and I went to license her new electric car. When I arrived at the town police station, I found the clerk, an elderly man, and I said, "Grandpa, give this car a license plate." The old man has a kind heart. He said softly, "Oh, little girl, today is Saturday, and you can't get a license plate according to the regulations. You can go to the market to buy it tomorrow. Will you come tomorrow? " As soon as I heard this, I was anxious and said, "Look, just this one. Do it. We have work tomorrow! " The old man thought for a moment and said, "Do you have an ID card? Your parents will do. " What's the use of "ID card? This car has an invoice. " "Only the invoice. I must follow the rules. " "Grandpa, we have come a long way, so you can make an exception ..." No matter how hard I try, he just won't allow it. As soon as I got out of the door, I said angrily to my big cousin, "This old man is really stubborn. I don't think he needs to do it for a long time ... "Before I finished, I saw my cousin glaring at me and saying," How can you say that? He has retired, but he gave up his rest and came here to help. What's more, there's nothing wrong with people following the rules. You're fine ... ""I, I ... "What can I say? I shook my head to get rid of that trouble. A yellow leaf floated gently into the basket, and I just looked at it, lost in thought. ...

Fallen leaves, a symbol of autumn! Messenger of autumn! The embodiment of autumn! Although yellow, withered and trampled underfoot, I find that you seem more beautiful and worthy of respect than that green leaf!

At the beginning, you were also a green leaf. You also bring spring and vitality to the world. For spring, you contribute your youth; In autumn, you decorated the earth. You lost a lot, but you didn't complain. You have become a dead leaf. You should turn it into fertilizer and blend with the earth silently.

I picked up another leaf of love and hid it deeply in my beloved book.

15 A gust of wind blew away dandelions scattered in the grass and flew to the sky dyed red by the sunset with hope.

Under the blessing of dandelion, a life was quietly born in this quiet branch, without noise or earth-shattering, as long as it was preserved in his bones.

He stubbornly greeted every beam of sunshine with a near-perfect attitude and greedily sucked the sweetness in the air. Looking at the sky is looking at happiness. He is willing to live like this every day and live in hope. His branches and leaves gradually covered the whole branch in the years, which is the footprint of his life.

After all, there were only two short seasons from birth to prosperity, and God didn't leave him much time. But in this action repeated every day, he felt happy and free, and he was satisfied.

Autumn wind gently brushed his cheek, occasionally lit a few strokes with her unique palette, and a happy red color spread and blended into his blood. Finally, he turned red, too.

A kind of power, he broke free from the last bondage of branches, and the wind carried him across the clouds to play in the free white world; The wind took him over the mountains, looking forward to every grass and tree of the earth; The wind took him across the stream and sucked the sweet mountain spring ... there was not much time left for him, but he felt that time had flown for thousands of years. Because he can fly like an angel.

Without shaking, he drew a circle in the air, showing a nearly perfect curve in the world, and slowly fell into the soft soil. The fragrance of the soil permeated his whole body, and gradually he merged with the soil.

He still looked up at the sky and branches, and he left his expectations on the branches. This piece is expected to become another seed sprouting on the branch next spring.

Finally, he passed away with a smile. He was moved by what he managed, and so was I. I finally understand that moving is actually a ripple in my heart.

Scattered into mud, ground into dust, only fragrance remains. ...