A leaf, was the beginning of the autumn wind blown water. It is the last lingering look at the birth of its life, trees, trees are still strong, but no longer able to hold up its full of sorrow Sheng. Thin body, helplessly falling rivers, and with losing their leaves in autumn, dancing with reluctantly, waves the desolate loneliness.
Can be a simple joy of his mouth, hanging in the branches, the verdant stretch Yeer, bathing in the sun and rain, to clear to a different kind of people to enjoy fresh beautiful, kind of life no longer exists.
It had had a dream: waiting for sentimental poet, came to the riverside, put it gently, pick, caught in the diffuse pains to depict the fragrance collection of poems, many years later to the world in Whisper - this piece of Yeer bookmarks, and was cherished poet too. This dream, in the autumn wind suddenly began to the moment, the strings of bubbles into the water.
Yeer began drift journey. It does not know where the river would be to have it brought to, and occasionally a reluctant struggle, but also is only playing a spin on the water in any way does not work is the powerful impact force uniforms, continued involuntarily drifting ... ...
Maybe it's fate is never under water. It knows that the river is more polluted mud below - is hard to imagine their own innocence of the footer and silt will be dissolved as a whole!
It is his back toward the sky, still blue, such as washing. The company has assigned to it that the vitality of the sun, the sun is no longer hot, but still brilliant. It is toward the sun, shouting: "Sun ah! Please tell me the direction where I stay?" Did not respond. It looked Review: around as much as so many fallen leaves, one after another float into the water, and it is the same, and the autumn wind, Wu Zhao beauty, spin the frustration ... ...
They are all powerless, drift to live, waiting for has started withering flower of life, the last imminent demise.
Sky gradually dim, empty river Piaoqi the thick strands of rain drift. It heard the dream of the metamorphosis of its own bubble, each burst, then the crisp sound of the vibration For deaf ears so that it can not help but shuddered, curling up from the body, still can not resist the cold autumn wind. There is a drop Qinglei and the rain rolled in the water, it will give autumn soon as Ruoyouruowu sigh, forcing myself not so sober, sober-minded faint always brings pain.