Picking up a few fallen leaves that fell at my feet like elves, I was surprised to find that the fallen leaves in autumn were so colorful: the thick green did not fade away, but it added mature gold; It may be old, and its face is only brown. Although it is not as gorgeous as the sunset glow, it is not as gentle and elegant as the willow tree, but it is enough to touch the heart. Green as jade, brown as night, and golden as chardonnay ... interweave into a colorful picture on the ground.

A sudden gust of warm wind made more leaves fall, just like butterflies dancing in the air in autumn. But like a butterfly in late autumn, it disappears so quickly and silently that it can only capture its beauty in an instant. Little feet tread carefully on the fallen leaves in autumn, making a crisp and pleasant sound, lingering on it falling in autumn, dissolving into the soil and becoming the nourishment of mother tree, gestating the hope of spring. I believe that there will be a faint smile of autumn leaves in the bud next spring.

Has it ever regretted it? Has it ever given up? Has it ever regretted it?

I don't think it has, because it knows that although its life is short, it has experienced storms and laughter, leaving the world with infinite beauty and contentment on its deathbed.

Another fallen leaf flew down the shoulder and floated down ...