【日记】六年级我最喜欢的季节日记500字：秋天的第一片落叶

操场上的第一片银杏叶

10月8日 星期四 晴有风。今天大课间，我刚踏上操场，就看见了那片叶子。它是一片银杏叶，躺在红色塑胶跑道上，黄得像刚刚染好的。风还在吹，别的叶子都还抓着树枝不放，它先落了下来，像是等不及了。

我走过去把它捡起来。它只有小扇子那么大，边上是一道波浪形的弧，叶柄还软软的，捏上去有点凉。叶子很轻，我把它举起来对着太阳照，看见上面的纹路一条一条排得很整齐，像小扇子的扇骨。它旁边还有几片早就落下的叶子，干得卷了边，颜色发褐，可这一片是平整的、亮黄的，像刚放下来的新信纸。

值日生已经开始扫叶子了，扫帚一过，叶子哗啦啦地跟着跑。我赶紧把这片叶子夹进数学书，夹在分数加减法那一页。数学书厚厚的，正好把它压平。我担心它会沾上铅笔印，转念又想，沾上就沾上吧，那说明它陪着我上过课。

下午上课，我的心一直在数学书里那片叶子上。我想，秋天就这样来了。上周我们还热得开窗，今天第一片叶子就落了。夏天走的时候一声不吭，连个招呼都不打，秋天是来接班的。操场上的树好像都知道这个安排，一片接一片，谁也不抢，谁也不拖。

晚上我翻开书，把叶子拿出来看了一遍，又放回去，在日记本上写下这几行。我写：第一片落叶是秋天递来的名片，它不说话，可什么都告诉你了。接下来会有第二片、第三片，操场会一点点变成金色，风会一点点变凉，我们的外套会一件一件加回来。我想看着这个季节一天一天走完，把它们都记进日记里。六年级的秋天，我要认认真真地过。写完这几行，我把数学书合上，叶子就在分数加减法那一页里，安安静静的，像它自己也想好了要留下来。

The First Ginkgo Leaf on the Playground

October 8, Thursday, sunny with wind. At the long break today, the moment I stepped onto the playground I saw that leaf. It was a ginkgo leaf lying on the red rubber track, yellow as if it had just been dyed. The wind was still blowing, and the other leaves were still holding on to the branches, but this one fell first, as if it could not wait.

I walked over and picked it up. It was the size of a small fan, its edge one wavy curve, and its stalk was still soft, cool when I pinched it. The leaf weighed almost nothing. I held it up against the sun and saw its veins lined up one by one in neat rows, like the ribs of a little fan. Around it lay a few leaves that had fallen long ago, dried and curling at the edges, brownish in colour, but this one was flat and bright yellow, like a sheet of new letter paper just set down.

The cleaning duty had already started sweeping, and the leaves went rustling along behind the broom. I quickly tucked this leaf into my maths textbook, at the page of fraction addition and subtraction. The textbook is thick, just right for pressing it flat. I worried it would pick up pencil marks, then thought, let it - that would mean it sat through lessons with me.

All afternoon my mind stayed with the leaf inside the textbook. I thought: so this is how autumn arrives. Last week we were still hot enough to open the windows, and today the first leaf has fallen. Summer left without a sound, without even saying goodbye; autumn came to take over the shift. The trees on the playground all seem to know this arrangement, dropping one leaf after another, none pushing ahead, none falling behind.

At night I opened the book, took the leaf out to look once more, put it back, and wrote these lines in my diary. I wrote: the first fallen leaf is the business card autumn hands over; it says nothing, yet it tells you everything. There will be a second leaf, then a third; the playground will turn gold little by little, the wind will grow cool little by little, and our coats will come back on one by one. I want to watch this season walk through its days, and record them all in my diary. The autumn of Grade Six - I mean to live it earnestly. After writing these lines I closed the maths textbook, and the leaf stayed inside at the page of fraction addition and subtraction, quiet, as if it too had decided to remain.

落叶分班记

10月15日 星期四 阴。今天早读还没结束，靠窗的同学就小声传：操场边的梧桐树掉叶子了。我探头去看，果然，水泥地上躺着一片梧桐叶，比手掌还大，边上裂开好几个角，黄里带着褐，像一枚烤到刚好火候的饼干。

大课间我们全班都围过去看。那是今年操场的第一片大落叶。周雨蹲下来说它像鸭掌，林小晓说像扇子，我说都不像，它像一张地图，上面的纹路就是河。我们正七嘴八舌，值日生王浩拿着扫帚过来了，说这片归他扫。我们齐声喊不行，这是第一片，第一片不能扫。王浩想了想，把扫帚往旁边挪了半米，说那这片归你们。

我伸手把那片梧桐叶捡了起来。它比银杏叶厚，叶脉一根一根鼓起来，摸上去像老人的手背。我把它夹进书包里那本课外书，就是讲候鸟迁徙的那本。我想，落叶和候鸟是一样的，都是季节派来的信使，一个往南飞，一个往下落。

下午体育课，体育老师让我们绕操场跑两圈。跑第二圈的时候，风把梧桐叶一片一片放下来，落在我们的肩上、头上。没有人躲。跑完步大家低头看自己，谁身上都顶着一两片，然后都笑了。王浩又拿着扫帚出来了，这回他不扫了，站在台阶上看。他说，扫不完，干脆等它们都落完再扫。

晚上我在日记里写感受。我写：以前我以为换季是一夜之间的事，今天才明白，季节是一班一班换的，像我们升年级。夏天先下课，秋天来上课，落叶就是它们交接时签的名。第一片梧桐叶夹在我的课外书里，它替我记住了这个上午。往后的日子，叶子会越落越多，天会越来越凉，我不难过，因为我知道每一片叶子落下来，都是在给冬天让路，也是在给春天攒着下一次发芽的力气。

The Fallen Leaves Change Class

October 15, Thursday, overcast. Morning reading had not even ended when the students by the window began whispering: the plane trees by the playground are dropping leaves. I craned my neck to look, and sure enough, on the concrete ground lay one plane-tree leaf, bigger than a hand, its edges split into several points, brown threading through its yellow, like a biscuit baked to exactly the right colour.

At the long break the whole class gathered around it. It was the first big fallen leaf of the year on our playground. Zhou Yu squatted down and said it looked like a duck foot; Lin Xiaoxiao said a fan; I said neither - it looks like a map, and its veins are the rivers. While we talked over each other, Wang Hao, our cleaning-duty boy, came by with his broom and said this one belonged to his sweep. We shouted in unison: no, this is the first one, the first one must not be swept. Wang Hao thought for a moment, moved his broom half a metre aside, and said then this one is yours.

I reached out and picked up the plane-tree leaf. It was thicker than a ginkgo leaf, its veins rising one by one, and it felt like the back of the hand of an old person when I touched it. I tucked it into the extracurricular book in my schoolbag, the one about the migration of birds. I thought: fallen leaves and migrating birds are the same thing, both messengers dispatched by the seasons - one flies south, one falls down.

At PE class in the afternoon, our teacher made us run two laps around the playground. On the second lap the wind let the plane-tree leaves down one by one, onto our shoulders, onto our heads. Nobody dodged. After the run everyone looked down at themselves - each of us wearing one or two leaves - and then we all laughed. Wang Hao came out with his broom again, but this time he did not sweep; he stood on the steps and watched. He said it will never get finished, so he might as well wait until they have all fallen.

At night I wrote my feelings in the diary. I wrote: I used to think the change of seasons happened overnight. Today I understand that seasons change class by class, like us moving up a grade. Summer is dismissed first, autumn takes the lesson, and fallen leaves are the signatures they exchange at the handover. The first plane-tree leaf rests inside my extracurricular book, remembering this morning for me. In the days ahead the leaves will fall thicker, the sky will grow colder, and I am not sad, because I know that every leaf coming down is making way for winter, and also saving up the strength to sprout again for spring.