Standing in front of the window, looking at the cold sky outside, feeling the rustling wind, the sound seemed so desolate, only the cold light of the waning moon sprinkled on the branches floating with fallen leaves. In the cold light of the waning moon, there was a non-red and yellow leaf coming into my eyes. It was like a colorful butterfly flying in beautiful arcs...
chased the direction of the falling leaves, and my heart also danced with the floating leaves - I really want to let it fly in the palm of my hand, write a beautiful poem for it, let it accompany me to listen to the wind and chant quietly. Ye'er seemed to know my thoughts, and flew back in the wind. He slowly fell to the window, and stopped flying like a tired bird, resting in front of my eyes, as if he was looking forward to something, as if he was still feeling sad about wanting to say something.
Gently opened the window door, stretched out the window, and picked it up carefully. When I picked up the fallen leaves, there was an inexplicable joy overflowing the wall of my heart. Lift the fallen leaf high above your head, look at the veins on the leaves at the waning moon, as if you were looking at the patterns on the palm of your palm, and count its life and love lines. The lifeline seemed to be filled with short but brilliant fragments, slowly sliding down the lifeline, and the lifeline in my palm was sank into the autumn scenery. I sighed alone in my heart: Life is short, as long as it has been brilliant, even if it is just a moment, there will be no regrets.
extends the love line to an infinitely distant track, as if I see a hazy back waving a yellow handkerchief in the distance, and my thoughts fly into the distance. If the starting point of life is longing, then the end point is memory. Have you ever had longing for this falling leaf in your hand, and will you also recall it? The wind is a jumping note. When it plays the rhythm of the first autumn prelude, the leaves will dance lightly with the rhythm of the wind, or sway slowly, or dance wildly, unable to stop the strong affection of the wind kissing, and intoxicated by the wind's chanting, and dream of flying. Even if the branches of lovesickness are scattered all over the world, even if they are finally abandoned by the wind in a strange place, even if they are sobbing and corrupted in the grave, they must wander with the wind.
When the snow that has been frozen after winter melts into moistening spring water, the branches that have been sleeping for a long winter will bloom with new green. I think that at that time, the stretched leaves will surely look forward to the beautiful hope and look forward to the nourishment of the sunshine and rain. Decorate the mountains and rivers with emerald green, and the mountains and rivers will be beautiful because of you; decorate the rivers with emerald green, and the rivers will be clear because of you; decorate the city with emerald green, and the city will be beautiful because of you. In spring, you use new green to sing vitality, in summer, you use lushness to magnify the world, in autumn, you use gold to express your glory, in winter, you are tired of you, now quietly curling up in my palm!
You will not be sad because of the rain, nor will you lament because of the wind, because you believe that after the wind and rain, there will definitely be a rainbow coming out of the mountains. When the rain washes away the dust for you, the wind brushes away the tears for you, and the rainbow covers you with rays of light, you will absorb the essence of the world and decorate the hustle and bustle of the world. A falling leaf brings me many strange imaginations. Picking up a fallen leaf is like picking up you. Falling leaves are like you. When you kiss the branches of lovesickness and sway in the wind, you already know your destination. No matter where the wind brings it or where it is sent, it will eventually return to the embrace of the earth.
You are like fallen leaves, with beautiful longing, sending me unforgettable attachment, chasing the footprints of happiness, and writing love into memories. Collect this fallen leaf and make it a bookmark of time. No matter what time will change, it will not change the marks you left in my heart. Maybe time will age the sun and the moon, but it cannot curb the blooming life. Even if time fades our faces, it cannot erase the beautiful longings and memories of the past.
Pick up a fallen leaf, that is, picking up you. Your life is so passionate, whether it is lush or withered, your emotional smile will be there every day of my life.I will collect fallen leaves and collect you. With this fallen leaves, I will have memories of you. Falling leaves are like you, and you are like fallen leaves, all of which have been deeply embedded in my heart. At this moment, a sound of nature floated in my ears. When the lyrical melody was hummed, a warm picture appeared in front of me. In the picture, there were you, me, and fallen leaves floating in the wind like the wind...
