我喜欢树叶,在我的书本和诗草本里,夹着许多树叶,有红叶,有绿叶,有南国叶,有北国叶。有些叶子,我已经叫不上它们的名字,但是,多数我记得采自何处,一见它们,我便忆起美丽旅程的山光水色,鸟语泉声。在我看来,树叶才是大自然的一页页日历呢。我经常望着枝头的树叶遐想,多么不容易呀,一片片叶子通过细细的叶柄长在枝头上,经受着风摇,经受着雨打,从春到秋,何等艰辛呀,终于在一首题为《居九花开了》的诗中发出这样的感叹:“每一粒种子都能发芽么?每片叶子可都自始至终?”事实上,每一次风雨过后,都有一些绿叶被风摇落,被雨打落。生命总是有始便有终,人要老的,绿叶也要老的。每年秋 I like leaves. In my books and poems, there are many leaves, colored leaves, green leaves, southern leaves, and northern leaves. Some leaves, I have not called their names, but most I remember where to pick, see them, I will recall the beautiful journey of the mountains and rivers, birds of paradise. In my opinion, the leaves are nature’s one-page page calendar. I often look at the branches of leaves reverie, how easy ah, a piece of leaves through the thin petiole grow in the branches, subjected to the wind shake, withstand the rain, from spring to autumn, how hard ah, and finally at A poem titled “Habitat Flower Blooming” sends out such a sigh: “Can every seed germinate? Every leaf can be from beginning to end?” In fact, after every passing storm, there are some Green leaves swayed by the wind, was knocked down by the rain. There is always beginning and ending life, people should be old, green leaves should be old. Autumn every year