The maple tree in the small town

The maple tree, my heartfelt love, originates from its "greeting and sending off". When I was a child, the first thing I saw when I opened the door was the maple tree. When I came home from school, what I saw from afar was also the maple tree. The windows in the north, west, and south of the upstairs and downstairs were all maple trees. The maple tree, although not as straight and tall as the poplar, not as attractive as the peach tree, not as proud and green as the pine and cypress, but the yellow flowers in spring, the shade in summer, and the colorful autumn have become the symbol of home. Since childhood, the maple tree has left a mark on me year after year, getting deeper and deeper. Even when I see ancient poems describing maple trees, I will read them several times. Lv Wei's "Nan Ge Zi·Ce Zhang Chuan Huang Pu" from the Song Dynasty, "Deng Lin laughs at the late wind. The endless autumn color covers the clear sky. I see the sunset on the river from afar, and the flying pongs. The wild geese pass the Gengpu far away, and the mountains are connected in dreams. A forest of maple leaves falls into sorrowful red. Go back to the deep place of the evening smoke, listen to the sparse bell", is one of my favorites. Now walking on the land of Qilu, seeing this piece of maple trees in Qingzhou, my father-in-law's hometown, suddenly brings up family affection, both the love for maple trees when I was a child, and the involuntary miss for the old man who has passed away... Finally bought it, it's very beautiful, the big red of the stamen· My longing for autumn, my flowers along the way~