常常会有一种无法言说的感动。常常是一些细小、平凡的瞬间,却让我感动。为天空的明净高远感动,为飘浮着的洁白的云感动,为野花的悄然绽放感动,为那些只是简单的美好深深地感动。当深秋来临,一片枯黄的落叶轻轻挣脱树的手掌,带着生命残余的温暖,跃下树梢,飞舞旋转,在视线中画出一道绚丽。叶儿落下,倚在树根,依偎在它的过去,它所有的曾经,它最初的记忆。望着它,我感动了,或许 There is often an unspeakable move. It was often small, ordinary moments that touched me. I was touched by the clear and bright sky, touched by floating white clouds, moved by the quiet blooming of wild flowers, and moved deeply for those simple and beautiful. When late autumn comes, a yellowish fallen leaf gently breaks away from the palm of the tree, and with the remnant warmth of life, jumps off the treetops, flies and spins, drawing a beautiful line of sight. Fallen leaves, leaning against the roots of the tree, nestled in its past, all its past, its first memory. Looking at it, I was moved, perhaps