, a leaf floating towards the distance
is still the familiar tree of leaves, and it still stands in the place he yearns for.
The scorching sun was roasting the seemingly strong tree. The leaves began to unable to withstand the high temperature and could only go with the wind and drift into the distance. The old tree, looking at the leaves gradually floating away, felt so reluctant, and could only feel sad, helpless and helpless.
When spring comes, the leaves snuggle in the arms of the old trees under the warm sunshine. The leaves are sweet as green leaves, sheltering the old trees from wind and rain, so that they can live a comfortable and comfortable life. Ye Zi knew that maybe she would leave the old tree one day, so she worked a hundred times more to maintain this space that belonged to them.
When winter comes, the leaves have already floated far away, and the leaves are still worried about the livelihood of the old tree. Will the cold wind blow off the bark of the cold tree, and will there be thick frost on the body after heavy snow? She missed the sweet life with the old tree, and she was attached to the time she shared with the old tree.
When autumn comes, Ye Zi doesn’t want to leave, but in fact she wants to stay. Unfortunately, the autumn wind swept away the fallen leaves is so ruthless. The old tree seemed to want to continue to block the leaves in his arms, but it seemed that he was willing but not able to do it. However, the persistent leaves drifted with the wind, and she swirled in the sky, silently slid under the feet of the old tree, hiding in the fragrant soil when the old tree was not caring.
The painstaking efforts of leaves really depend on nourishing the old trees, and they can sprout new buds in the next year and return to the embrace of the old trees. However, the mountain is still the same mountain, and the temple is still the same. Things have changed, and people have become empty.
Ye Zi’s sorrow, her sisters all felt like a mirror in their hearts. There are more than her leaves floating around, coming and going, and there is no need to hang them from a tree. When looking for your own happiness, it will go with the wind, perhaps it will be the darkness of willows and flowers.
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