Parking sit love maple's woods night, leaves be red flowers in February. Whenever intone the moving lines, will try to extrapolate, my eyes appeared ma of the maple leaf, clusters, clusters, like the elves of autumn.
In the afternoon, I was alone walk on the tree-lined trail. Suddenly, right against the face down are some maple leaf, in the breeze and falls. Small maple leaf flying in the sky, like red butterflies in the dance, and like only red birds spread your wings and fly. You see, they made some rotary in the wind, then quietly dropped to the ground, in ground yellow leaves, especially attract the attention of people.
I carefully picked up a piece and watches: look, a lovely maple leaf in the palm of your hand, it's like a burning torch, like beautiful delicate crown, also like goldfish tail that small and exquisite, are not to speak of. I gently with the hand touch once, ah! Its body is so smooth, and like to wipe the oil, full red light. Looked up and looked from a distance, the small forest on the hill like a sea of fire, and as a group of graceful girl, wearing a red skirt in dance, lovely. They add vitality to desolate land, decorated in the fall of poetic.
Maple trees turn red why? Oh! The maple leaf itself contains
a substance called anthocyanins, the air crisp, the amt element, lutein in plants are reduced, and the anthocyanin is like a duck to water, is really extraordinary!
Autumn is beautiful, more beautiful maple leaf, in this poem, fruitful autumn, walking on the narrow path, enjoying the red maple leaf as fire, not be relaxed and happy making a person
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