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Autumn dusk, the sunset is like blood.
Strolling in the forest path, watching the tired butterfly leaves quietly leave with the wind, and ending the farewell to the tree at the moment of leaving. Looking at this beautiful scenery, the torrent in my heart gushed out.
This Ye Er, at the moment she left the tree, didn't feel sad or groan, but drifted away silently, leaving an eternal smile in the warmth of landing.
This Ye Er, in this way, silently dedicated his life to the tree. In spring, birds live here, song for you. The wind will play for you and touch your cheek. In summer, you provided shade for everyone, and the children played under you. Now you have to leave, but I can't see any complaints.
In this way, you left the branch without looking back, because you know, "falling red is not heartless, but turning into spring mud protects flowers more." Right? Although you are gone, before long, there will be a new green growth in the place where you have been.
People say that the fallen leaves are heartless and sad, but at the moment, I see a real beauty.
I bent down and carefully picked up a fallen leaf with my hand. I suddenly felt that the fallen leaf was not dead, as if I could still feel its body temperature and clearly see its beating pulse. Ah, it's not dead yet. It continues its former beauty in a new way, and even if it dies, it will fall into the embrace of the roots.
When I get home, I carefully frame the fallen leaves and put them on the table, which always gives me inspiration. Although it is not the most valuable on the table, it is the most precious.
In fact, some people are not like this fallen leaf. Dedicated himself silently to the big tree of the motherland. Although some people still look down on them, they are the most beautiful.
Postscript: The wind continues to dance, and Ye Er continues to float, still drawing a perfect arc in the air and continuing to bloom their true beauty.