Imitation poetry a locust leaf

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A locust leaf and a maple leaf

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This is the most beautiful leaf in the world. This is The lightest piece in twenty years,

the most rare and precious piece, the most gorgeous and eye-catching piece,

but also the most saddening and most eye-catching piece. The one that makes people cry is another one that has long been forgotten.

A thin, dry, light gray-yellow locust leaf. A maple leaf sealed in a corner.

I forgot it was in the south of the Yangtze River or the north of the Yangtze River. I forgot when and where it was.

Which city it was in? Maybe it was the late autumn in the courtyard with deep fences

I picked it up in some garden, maybe it was the early winter when the cold first hit,

It was caught in an ancient poetry collection, maybe it was a piece on the winding path or in the long woods...

Over the years, there has been no slight damage. After years of baptism, it has been stored tenderly in a drawer.

The locust leaves falling gently like cicada wings, that old diary,

When you look closely, you can see that there is still some soil from the motherland. It tells the story of the past. Bit by bit.

My motherland, ah, what year and month will I have to wait for that spotless maple leaf?

Before I can return to your arms and wash away a different kind of youth.

Go and enjoy the most pleasant season in the world. Tell me, days like this,

A season with a faint fragrance of locust flowers?... How many more days are there? ……