What is bleak? Falling leaf is probably the bar, but also, or falling leaves? I do not know, but always afraid, afraid to see that piece of the yellow leaves falling gently, as if the tree beside the high trees only physically, but lost the soul of the coat.
Fallen leaves, you have been loved splendid splendid dream too. Now, however, you have to litter. Yes, but. Do not you sorry for not sad not sad not disappointed? In my opinion, you seem to still happy. If not, How can you so willingly fall - fall from height, the lower, do not fall?
Gently try to jack up a fallen leaf, then the golden color of the burning tree that noble's blood is still flowing. Ah, that golden color, you must have been too bright bar! That noble blood, you must have fresh, right? Alas, deciduous, and now as happy as you do?
Suddenly, that golden color, like a fire, ever burning, burning into my heart. Fallen leaves, I understand, I understand ---- yellow color from your blood flowing to understand, and I immediately understand!
Yes, yes, you have struggled in the spring budding, growing vigorously in the summer, in autumn when the colony hardly ever forced to write down a brilliant final, you brilliant too, so you no regrets.
"Shengruxiahua's brilliant, dead calm of the United States as an autumn leaf."
In the long history of life, I is a deciduous - Fallen sooner or later. Yes, being the case, then let me go to glory, to brilliant make every effort to bar ------ even if, of course make every effort to. Otherwise, I would regret it.
At this point, my mind desolate dispersed, leaving only want to burn.