The campus in late autumn, colorful, orange, yellow, orange and green, is good-looking. Before the evening class, after talking to the students about the integrity test, I simply packed up the corner cabinet and went to the campus to pick up fallen leaves. Although it was already dark, the faint and mottled lights from the classroom not far away still illuminated my leaf hunting trip. I was in the small garden on campus, next to Ginkgo Avenue, in the small square in front of the Science and Technology Building
I found a variety of colorful leaves of different shapes. At that time, they lay quietly on the cold ground, as if waiting for me to take them home and rejuvenate them again with my hands. I do think the same way, Xiao Bao's weekend homework has this ---- leaf stickers. Although the fallen leaves have no roots and are waste, I firmly believe that they must still have a soul and a spirit, because every life has its own value and meaning, even at the end of life, as long as there is still a trace of residual strength, it will exert its residual heat and do its best. When I tried to cut and paste the leaves, what flashed in my head was the living us. The cycle of life is not an encounter! Grateful for life, grateful for the encounter, became us, and has had the meaning of life ever since.