Enlightenment from a leaf: composition for the fourth grade.

"Hoo-"A cold wind blew, and I was shivering with cold. Suddenly, I felt something in my hair. Looking back, wow, it was a leaf! I can't help laughing to myself. I'm glad that I'm not this leaf, and I ended my life so quickly. This leaf is very small, about the size of a dollar coin. I looked at it contemptuously and threw it on the ground, but I couldn't help thinking that it would turn into a little dust under the torture of storms and people's trampling, and its fate was tragic and almost insignificant. The next spring, my friends and I played in that forest. When I was resting, I looked back at the tree and was dumbfounded: the tree was no longer as bare as in winter, but lush and lush. The leaves are green and dripping, as if they have been dyed with green pigments, which makes people feel relaxed and happy. When I marveled at its exuberant vitality, I remembered the story of a leaf last year. It suddenly dawned on me that it was the fallen leaves that turned into soil and nurtured it, and it was the fallen leaves that caused its magnificent scenery today. How great the life of leaves is! Seeing this scene, I can't help sighing. Isn't this the state of "falling red is not a heartless thing, but turning into spring mud to protect flowers"? From then on, I never dare to despise these weak lives.

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People should treat nature and scenery modestly. Therefore, it is necessary to travel, get in touch with nature directly, or go deep into a foreign land to appreciate the local people's life interest. However, even the trees and leaves around our residence, as long as we carefully observe, sometimes we can deeply understand the meaning of life.

I stared at the trees in the yard, or more accurately, at a leaf on the branch. Now, it has a beautiful green color, shining in the summer sun. I remember what I saw when it was a bud. It was the early winter of last year. In this place where the new leaves had not yet given off fragrance, there was a yellow leaf hanging, which quickly broke away from the branches and fell to the ground. On the original branch, you, a young and strong bud, were born vigorously.

Regardless of the cold wind and heavy snow, you silently wait for spring and slowly accumulate strength in your body. One morning, the light rain cleared up, and I saw that the branches were covered with pearls, which were newborn buds, shining with the rain. So I feel that all the herbs are sprouting, and spring is coming.

Spring has finally come, and ten thousand acres are beaming. However, the old leaves scattered on the ground have already rotted into the soil.

You soon grow into a young leaf, glowing green and gold in the early summer sun. For weak green leaves, early summer is not only a vibrant season, but also the most vulnerable season to insect erosion. Fortunately, you ushered in the summer safely, and now you are weaving thick shade with your friends to cover the branches.

I predict your future. In midsummer, cicadas will whisper in your shade, and typhoons will strike, which is the chorus of autumn insects deep in the roots. This chirping sound can really add a lot of elegance to the silent autumn night.

Your green leaves, unconsciously eclipsed, finally turned into a yellow leaf and hung in the cold rain. At night, the autumn wind knocked on the window, and the next morning, you disappeared from the branch. I only see another bud on the branch where you are. By the time this bud blooms green, you will have fallen into the ground and been buried in the soil.

This is nature, not just a leaf, everything in the world has the same destination.

A falling leaf is by no means meaningless. It is these yellow leaves that bring the vitality of the whole tree. The life and death of this leaf marks the constant transformation of life in the four seasons.

Similarly, the death of one person is related to the whole human life. Of course, death is not welcome to everyone. However, as long as you cherish your own life and the lives of others, you should be grateful when your life is dying and you are about to return to the earth. This is what I learned from observing a leaf in the yard. No, this is the essence of the cycle of life and death that leaves tell me.