"Suddenly a gust of wind blew away, and thousands of trees turned red..." A cool autumn wind blew gently, and a few leaves fell from the book. I picked up a piece of maple tree. Leaves. It looks very strange, not long, not round, but a bit like a five-pointed star shape, like a persons hand. I thought: This must be a masterpiece of the autumn wind! I like maple leaves very much, its color It is red, as if to express its blessings to people and its infinite love for autumn. Then these maple leaves must be a grateful person!
I raised my head and looked at it. Looking at those maple trees, looking from a distance, those maple trees are like balls of hot fire in autumn, always shining on people in the fruit-laden autumn, making peoples hearts warm.
I walked under the maple tree. The leaves under the tree had fallen a lot, forming a natural red carpet. It makes a "rustling" sound when you step on it, as if you are stepping on snow. I like this sound, it is so light, so soft, like the laughter of autumn, and like the elves of autumn wanting to talk to me. I looked up and was surprised to find that the maple leaves on the trees were not fiery red under the sunlight, but colorful. Some are golden yellow and shiny; some are light pink and cute; some are red and the red is warm... I can't help but like them. These beautiful maple trees remind me of the famous line in "Mountain Journey" by Tang Dynasty poet Du Mu: "Stop and sit in the maple forest at night, the frost leaves are as red as the February flowers." ”
I love the maple leaves in autumn.
