描写落叶的学生作文
Habitually open the windows, the intention is to cool the introduction of the.
1, Yang withered and yellow leaves floating in the air and the wind was from, this uninvited guest magically fall in my book spotless on the case, to my mind a strange tremor ... ...
wind, there are several cool, from the open window of edges between the drive straight into my warm heart.
I began to stare at this piece of reclining on the leaves of my book case: that curly's body, it becomes dark because the face of dehydration, this time as if was to tell a somewhat frightened, several shy, there are a few were not, want to say from the branches of the frustration ... ... I have really watched it, and could not bear to throw rubbish as usual it is generally thrown out the window.
I treasure it to pick up and gently brush it flat panic and shyness, to congratulate it completed a life of travel. And then solemnly placed it on my board, under Taiwan, like the value my own Yuhi of a youth's calendar, want it in my time alone, or in my depression, when I make a silent with dialogue, let me Remember that life is short, always reminded me firmly grasp alive every day.
In the piece a transparent platen, it coiled body was full of shops mediocre start.
look, it is still pretty, still upright and still lose perfect, still beckons to life over the years. Heart-shaped outline is still intact, yellowed leaves densely covered with more inter-Xing Luo these dark brown, brown spots, the years seem to have been a few graffiti artist free Dianran pen - I can not even say MicroHand too. But very artistic, no rules, do not speak symmetry, do not reveal a trace of polish marks. When you look at, and yet revealing several bleak paintings Italy, people from within the heart can not help dropping a little bit of a touch of sentimental ... ...
This leaves come to remind me what ... ... I know.
Autumn has come! Whistle, the cool autumn harvest of the mature, and the remaining few is relentless ... ...
习惯性地打开窗，本意是想引进凉风的。
一片枯黄的杨树叶却随风飘然而至，这位不速之客神奇地落于我一尘不染的书案之上，给我的心灵一种异样的震颤……
风，有几份凉，从敞开的窗棱间长驱直入，进入我温热的心底。
我开始凝视这片斜躺于我书案之上的树叶：那卷曲的身躯，那因脱水而变得灰暗的容颜，此时仿佛正诉说着几分惊恐，几份羞怯，还有几份欲说不能的脱离枝头的无奈……我真真地注视着它，不忍像平时扔垃圾一般将它扔出窗外。
我珍重地拾起它，轻轻地为它拂平惊恐和羞怯，祝贺它完成了一次生命的旅行。然后郑重地放它于我的台板之下，像珍视我自己夕日的一张青春的日历，想让它在我独处的时候，抑或在我消沉的时候，跟我作无声地对话，让我记住生命的短暂，时时提醒我牢牢地把握好活着每一天。
在那块透明的台板下，它卷曲的身子被平平整整的铺展开。
审视，它依旧标致，依旧挺拔，依旧不失完美，依旧昭示着生命的脉络。心形的轮廓依然完好无缺，泛黄的叶面间星罗密布着些些深褐色的、咖啡色的斑斑点点，像是被岁月的画师随意点染涂鸦的几笔——我不敢说是妙手偶得。但极艺术，没有规则，不讲对称，不露一丝雕琢的痕迹。看时，却又透出几份苍凉的画意，让人从内心里情不自禁地滴落些许点点淡淡的感伤……
这叶的到来，在向我提醒些什么……我知道。
秋天来了！瑟瑟的、凉凉的秋风收割了成熟之后，余下的便是几份无情……
