I picked up a fallen leaf and looked at it thoughtfully
The wrinkles on the shriveled leaves were deep, and the veins on the back looked like swollen veins
There was no golden glory The color is just a blue-gray face
It was once so plump and bright, and its dark green leaves shone with hope
There was a fierce debate in the storm, and it was comfortable and cool under the scorching sun
p>Now driven by the cold current of fate, it is like an old entertainer
Curling up and wandering along the street, singing a trembling bass
A dry land that no one understands Ye actually makes me feel confused