I am a green leaf.
Is one of thousands.
Spring is coming
I slowly broke free from the skin graft of the tree.
Send out shoots and buds.
Sucking the rain and enjoying the sunshine.
I turned the earth green.
Keep out the hot summer.
Set off the delicate flowers with that little green.
Cicadas live and birds sing.
Whether you see me or not.
I still decorate it for you.
Lay the foundation for your beauty
Add color to you who are not confident.
Probably in tens of thousands of leaves.
I won't let you leave me.
I'm still the same.
Facing the morning light and accompanying the sunset.
Looking up at the bright moon
Be content with your own destiny
Autumn wind blows.
Trying to end my life.
Facing the rustling autumn wind
I slowly wither
Tear off the lifeline
Reluctant to leave
slow
Slowly accompanied by heartbreak
Fall from branches and mud balls ...
I wonder if next spring will come.
Is there my breath?
Or die forever!
Second, early autumn
An autumn rain
Autumn rain washed the coast.
Autumn dryness in Beijing seems to be short-lived.
Flowers bloom and fall, and nine chrysanthemums bloom alone.
Standing in Xiangshan Mountain
The maple leaves are slightly lighter.
The early autumn wind gently blows up the hair on your face.
Enjoy the warmth of the early autumn sunshine.
No butterflies drifting.
But there are songbirds
The harvest season is beyond praise.
The most beautiful autumn
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