"Leaves drifting away, is the pursuit of the wind? Or don't the trees stay? "
When the wind comes back, the leaves leave the tree, and the leaves just float, float and float. ...
With the elegance and maturity of the tree, it floats in the direction of invitation with the wind. ...
In the embrace of the wind, the fallen leaves are like flying flowers, showing the most beautiful and painful flight of this tree this season. ...
Don't ask me where to go,
My heart depends on you,
Don't ask me where to go,
My feelings caught you,
I am your green leaf,
My roots are in your land.
Farewell to you in the spring breeze,
Here today, there tomorrow.
……
There is no green branches in spring, no insects chirping and frogs chirping in summer, and it only takes falling as its destination. It is the rhyme of autumn and the love of winter.
Leaves, that leaves, red, yellow and beautiful leaves, collected the golden color of the earth in the place of autumn girl, witnessed and shared the joy of harvest, so the wind blew and rushed to the snowman in winter, dotted with crystal white snow and with golden autumn rhyme. Even if it fell, it was white, with no regrets.
The leaves drifted away,
Is it chasing the wind? Or is the tree gone?
Gone with the wind, for the leaves,
Just another destination in life,
This is the call of the season and the desire of the wind.
It is the affection of green leaves for roots.
Who says autumn leaves are heartless?
Leave,
But I rushed to the long-awaited winter.
In the ice and snow,
Rolling ice is mud, rolling snow is petticoat,
Be a winter dancer,
Dancing like a light snowflake.
Then,
Become an emissary next spring,
At present,
Different pursuits and realms.
Leaves, beautiful leaves,
Although the body is centrifugal, it is still interdependent.
however
Fallen leaves are not heartless things,
Turn into spring mud to protect trees.