Its splendid farewell ceremony is going on vigorously in Shan Ye and the valley: it doesn't care what kind of withering and haggard the world has brought by the residual heat in the city. It said, "What do I care?" Say that finish, just lying in the open field, staring at the sky. The use of anthropomorphic techniques appropriately shows that nature is the home of autumn. She spontaneously reveals her personality at home, "lying down" to write about the arrival of autumn and spread it out in the vast fields.
Of all the expressions in autumn, the essence is: concentration.
That kind of concentration is quiet;
It is not arrogant, but full of calm enthusiasm;
It doesn't want to complain, but it shows all-encompassing desolation.
Autumn reveals its true nature in concentration.
In this gorgeous ceremony, luxury began to rise, and there was an instinctive extravagance from the ontology of life. Overnight, all the leaves with light green juice were cast into gold coins, scattered all over the floor, or covered with branches, jingling and hitting the ground.
In this passage, the author uses words such as "luxury", "profligacy of life itself" and "gold coin" to show the splendor of the autumn farewell ceremony, which is vivid and poetic. With the arrival of autumn, the leaves turn from light green to golden yellow, showing another kind of beauty.
Who wants to bend down to pick it up? Faced with such a luxurious and generous gift, people are indifferent and arrogant.
This is a transitional period, and the meaning of words has changed here. Autumn is so generous that human beings are indifferent to all this.
There is only one child and one girl. She picked up a fallen leaf, golden and red, like the feather of a big bird in the tree.
This sentence uses parody and metaphor to write the beauty of fallen leaves and the author's love for them. She looks at the sun through this leaf, and the light is transmitted, making this autumn leaf transparent and clear. It seems that a supreme life shows you its internal organs and spotless beautiful meridians. "ah!" The girl said, "Its interior is like a painting!" "
The author observes autumn leaves through a girl's eyes, appreciates nature, and gets a pleasure from the beauty of nature.
There is an old man, a thin old man. He swept the yard with a broom, and as a result, he swept up a pile of fallen leaves. He sat by smoking and guided the pile of fallen leaves with matches. There was no flame, but a gray-blue smoke came out from among the leaves. This is such a kind of cigarette, like incense, flowing gently and curling gently.
Write down the softness of the smoke. A stream of Buddhist thoughts floated out like white hair and beard. This kind of thought has a special fragrance, and the fragrance of nirvana burns slowly in the wilderness, which makes people wake up.
Buddhist thought should be the author's subjective feeling, and the author feels the natural cycle and the true meaning of life through the old people. The old man smoked these two kinds of cigarettes, and his spirit and body had some pleasure of resting and inhabiting.
At this moment, every tree is a Huang Jinshu standing in Qiu Guang, standing demurely at the farewell ceremony. They are in harmony with sunset and sunrise; Their standing posture is elegant and beautiful. Careful observation shows that it is a noble standing posture that human beings can't imitate, which is amazing.
Every tree in autumn exists in harmony with all things in nature. Huang Jinshu's noble, elegant and brilliant momentum aroused people's praise and admiration, thus paving the way for calling on people to care for trees. At this time, they are just rich and brilliant, covered with beautiful feathers and about to fall, just like a group of colorful paratroopers preparing to skydive, discussing and whispering, and will soon act. ...
The language is vivid, and the use of metaphor vividly depicts the state of autumn leaves waiting to fall. Big trees, small trees, round trees and crooked trees are all at this glorious moment, the limit of fullness and maturity and the peak of self-improvement. Soon, this moment will disappear, leaving a skeleton of the wilderness.
But has the tree ever been sad?
But do trees ever refuse to leave the fallen leaves?
Of course not. As the silent son of nature, as the messenger of the season and the flag of the land, it is not prepared to escape or migrate. This is its unshirkable responsibility.
Brilliant moments, mature limits and perfect peaks are not permanent. Autumn leaves also have another image, but no matter which image she presents to the world, her inner world is the same, silent and loyal to her vocation.
When we see a tree on a leaf, even if it is far away, we can only see the shadow on the ground, and we will feel that this is a beautiful pleasure given to us by nature. Of course, at that time, we will regret too little. If there were more, if only there were a forest! But after all, it is because of these trees that we have greater expectations.
The extravagant hope for the forest is everyone's memory and attachment to ancient life instinct.
The forest is the home of ancient humans, and perhaps everyone has some attachment to it in their hearts, which is the basis of memory and the reason for attachment. Here, I wrote down my eager desire for the forest.
The wilderness is so vast;
The road to wilderness is so long.
What about the trees that were originally stationed in this wilderness? They used to be extremely powerful, like a huge corps that might disappear, with dense and noisy laughter, as if laughing at all forces that want to destroy them.
The word "ridicule" is very powerful. At the end of the article, the "ridicule" is somewhat sour and somewhat heavy. And they have birds and many wild animals. These birds and animals don't believe that the forest will disappear.
In contrast to the persistent efforts of human beings described later, it highlights the "persistence" of human beings.
But time has been used;
Time makes people the most powerful.
Human beings make unremitting efforts to cut down a tree with an axe, just like killing a soldier. Finally, the whole regiment disappeared and there were no bones left. Humans finally satisfied their own desires and dismembered the forest with their perseverance and determination. "There are not even bones left", which makes people shudder to read, makes people cherish the life of the tree, and makes people feel deep pity and sympathy for its fate.
Later people, who still remembers the fairy tale of wasteland not long ago? There are many demands about trees, so I'm not going to repeat them.
It suddenly occurred to me that when the last tree on the earth was cut down, human beings must be more developed and more magical. But how will humans copy a tree at that time? Copying a real tree-a tree that will grow rings, sprout, blossom and bear fruit, and its leaves will automatically fall into gold coins-will undoubtedly become a brand-new page in the history of science if someone can do it.
But what an interesting page this will be!
Behind the joke is great irony and heavy condemnation.
Therefore, be respectful to trees-from now on, be respectful to any tree, just like your boss. Full of respect for trees and everything in nature. They are the same body as us, and harmony should be the highest rule for all of us to get along.