Autumn Breeze

The autumn breeze blew, and a golden leaf fell on the mother's head and her clothes. The mother reached out her hand to pick up the yellow leaf gently and looked at the letter written to her in the season, her melancholy eyes filled with sadness.

"Since ancient times, there been sadness and silence in autumn". When the autumn wind blows, the trees have long been depressed, and the only thing left behind is the tragic cry of a row of geese flying across the sky.

The autumn breeze is sweeping the leaves relentless, but not only relentless.

A young man has to go to a faraway place, and he has to run over many places on the way.

Before the trip, his mother was on the sidelines organizing his bag, filled with a large bag. He said to his mother, "You don't need to take so many things when you go away." Then he took them out one by one. He was afraid of hurting his mother's heart and had to explain each item he took out.

Later, he found a well-folded woolen jacket and thought, "Why bother bringing a thick woolen jacket when supermarkets and stores sell clothes? He more or less blamed his mother for helping him out.

Before that, the mother had been quietly standing aside, allowing her son to take out what she had packed in, but when he took out the sweater, the mother did not listen to his explanation, grabbed the clothes, and stuffed them back into the backpack. Who knows, the son took it out again.

Finally, the mother got angry, she got annoyed. She broke the stalemate and hobbled over to her son and put the dress back into the bag: "Just put it here, take it or leave it, freeze to death and forget it." At once, the mother felt as if her heart had been plunged by millions of steel needles straight into the general pain. She thought about it and said, "You were very young and your physique is very poor. I remember the first time I took you back home, because less for you to wear a little, you are a stomachache and a cold, but I was very anxious. This time when I heard you were leaving, I was busy for a few nights to finish the clothes, although he was a little ugly, he was warm ah! It's just like having me by your side. Son put it on."

The son did not refuse and looked at his mother with teary eyes at what she had done for him. He smiled as he felt his mother's calloused hands.

The son did not want to but had to leave. As soon as he left home, the wind rose, blowing the leaves rustling, flying in the sky. The bare trunk of the tree shivered with cold, while he opened his chest, warm to the distance, chasing his dream.

The wind, blowing up a piece of leaves, paving the road into gold, the mother's eyes along with the child's back, going far, far away ......

Microcosm

The world of insects is mysterious. It is not as huge as the human world, but it is as organized and busy as the human world, and even more exciting than the human world. Today, I microscope the world under the lens of a lens magnified countless times, waiting for the miracle of life to bloom ......

In the beautiful, exotic music, the monologue begins: At dawn, on some grassland of the earth ...... Here, time passes in different ways, a second as an hour, an hour as a day, a day as a season, a season as a year... ...in the rooster's crowing, Kun is the start of the world's day.

Under the lens, the mao grass is like a forest, showing people a world that is not known. The bright green praying mantis began to grind its teeth early in the morning, the caterpillar hair still carried last night's dew, the spider web was covered with small dewdrops, and spider silk was bent downward because of the weight of water, making people worry whether the silk would break. The flowers slowly unfold and flatten their wrinkled petals. ...... A small insect with wings is scrubbing with dew: it rubs its hands, then wipes its arms, then wipes its face and wings, acting exactly like humans.

Don't look at the insects' usual lazy appearance, but at the same time, they are as busy and persevering as human beings to survive. The most touching to me is still the shitter, it pushes the dung ball backward, whether it is hilly, messy grass, or sand and gravel, it will not back down, although the small mound in its eyes is a mountain, but it never gives up, climbs up, falls, climbs up again, falls again ...... its persistent spirit makes me admire.

What I admire more is the director of this film, Jacques Behan from France. Although the film is only a few minutes but contains his fifteen years of hard work. He used more than ten years of hard work for the audience in exchange for a few minutes of excitement.

The world is so big, and the kingdom of insects is so insignificant. It is like a drop of water in the ocean, the next leaf on a big tree. However, when we enter their world, we will admire their spirit, marvel at their wisdom, touched by the splendor of life, even the mosquitoes are so spectacular.

Life is equal, we should be in awe of them, of nature, and learn to listen carefully to their voices ......