Laughing and flying with the wind.
Fly there?
Falling to the ground piece by piece.
Free fall in the lake.
Who says autumn is a lonely season,
The wind can pluck the strings,
Romance in autumn.
Fallen leaves dance in the wind,
Enthusiasm is undiminished.
Wake up the solitary willow and dance gently,
I bent down to pick up a fallen leaf,
It is not green in the spring breeze,
It is not as prosperous as summer.
Do fallen leaves have to follow the law of life?
Cirrus clouds rise and fall.
I seem to hear fallen leaves talking to the wind,
Fallen leaves are like tired birds with broken wings,
I don't want to be displaced and stay alone.
The wind said, "I don't want to tangle with fallen leaves."
Drive away the morning fog, clear the smog,
Give the earth fresh air,
It is my jurisdiction.
The fallen leaves said, please blow me into the field,
Turn into spring mud,
Give birth to a green spring.
Kiss the earth,
Hibernate with cordyceps sinensis,
A fertile wheat field in the coming year.
The dialogue between the wind and the fallen leaves,
Touching makes me feel distressed;
Makes me uneasy.
Hold this yellow leaf in your hand,
Put it in the library.
As a bookmark,
Yuzryha's life has been extended.