The sunset old, the breeze gradually tight. Leaves fall and spring will come in the leaves. Spring came, people with spring thin, with spring sorrow. But the yellow leaves no sadness, it knows how in the cold in the winter, it knew that comfort myself to sleep is the new wake up. The benefits of leaves leaves, can no longer fall in love imbroglio; The beauty of leaves have fallen leaves, it is tired butterfly. I can even feel the falling leaves gently Shouting. That a moment, my heart a slight flutter in succession, as many of the whereabouts of a gold leaf. I saw their hometown, see the perennial tree hometown, see the return swept smoke because shaking. To migrate feet, to fly to the sky wings, wood smoke is never can pull a rope. The tree, like crossing the road by many of its branches, and starting point only one, each leave the village people, took a leaf, but leave a root. I see the mountains, see stone hometown in mountains, and flowers bloom eagerly; See cow in the mountains, and the clouds contending for drifting. I saw my eaves, spring,summer, enfolding rain when twitter worm called. They who go. What was that noise makes you bury the conscience? What blown away your heart? Spring is like this, gradually, the green leaves of hope in succession, hang branches! Warm days! The leaves of the tree close to me, I seem to hear them slowly condensed,
Or a simple sigh. Let all of the spring will give the greenery,leaves grow slowly eventually tired...