The wind, which has lost its former cold and domineering spirit at the weekend, has added a little tenderness, accompanied by the warm fragrance of the sun, refreshing. Looking up at the blue sky, a group of beautiful clouds are flying, running and weaving into a beautiful wreath. Faced with such beautiful scenery, I couldn't help slowing down. Looking around, not far away, there was a gorgeous ginkgo forest, just like the children of the sun god. Otherwise, how could he get the most and softest favor from him and be so golden that he forgot the main color of this autumn? A burst of joy in my heart, I ran to the forest. However, there are more surprises. A wet path covered by fallen leaves but vaguely available is paved at the foot. This path is not crooked, but it is more mysterious than the crooked path. "A winding road leads to seclusion", where does this road go? Responding to the traction of the path, several rows of houses with green tiles and grey walls appeared. A few innocent children looked around an old man with eager eyes, and a bit of amazement flashed from the bright pupils. For children aged seven or eight, what attracts them more than playing and frolicking? Closer, a small pair of scissors is beating obediently in the old man's hand. Each time you close the scissors with red paper, some small red butterflies will fly down. In the past, these would be called waste paper, but at this moment, I have the impulse to rush to get rid of them. Looking at the old man's slightly narrowed eyes, they were full of love. After a while, the old man lowered his head and blew, slowly opening the mysterious red paper. Wow, a doll's face! Although not complicated, it is delicate: a few locks of hair, two curved eyebrows, big eyes, big mouth, innocent and lively! Without waiting for a closer look, a slightly older boy snatched away the paper-cut with a leap and led several children to play. After a while, I came back. Ah! The paper cut is broken. The old man was not angry. He patted the boy's head gently, then calmly took out a piece of paper and continued to cut it. After a while, it became again. Suddenly, the wind around my ears came again. I felt as if I was thinking. This paper-cut full of love moistened my soul like the spring breeze and drizzle. Life can still be so calm! After learning how the literati played the coquette, I called out the gentle files in my heart, listened to the call of the ancient culture, and let the culture of love comfort your haggard soul. Love has melted into paper-cut, beautiful! Comment: This is an ingenious essay. First of all, we have a profound intention. The author selects a small thing in daily life, "paper cutting", and uses exquisite brushwork to dig out the perception of life, so that readers can imperceptibly understand the truth - a smile, a movement, narrowing the distance between people, bringing endless happiness to others. Secondly, touch the scenery to create feelings. At the beginning of the article, the author described a beautiful scene: wind, less "cold and aggressive, more tenderness"; "Beautiful clouds are flying and running" in the blue sky; The ginkgo forest not far away is golden. The so-called "all scenery words are love words", this warm color picture deeply arouses "I"'s love for it, and arouses "I"'s curiosity. Third, the article ends with the theme of "love has melted into paper-cut", revealing the theme, simple and profound.