我走在一条布满落叶的小道上,听着脚下树叶的沙沙声,享受着清风的抚摸,俯身拾起一片落叶,用心品味,上面写满了叶与树之间的幸福故事。我的生活就像那落满树叶的小道,而妈妈则是那路旁的大树,回味道路上落叶的记忆,才发现,那是幸福的过往。冬天天黑得特别早,再加上凛冽的寒风,我不觉打了个寒战,抬头望去,孤零零的树枝将漆黑的夜幕无情地分割成无数碎片。我低着头,急匆匆地向家里走去。 I walked in a trail covered with leaves, listening to the rustle of leaves under the feet, enjoying the breeze stroking, leaning over and picked up a deciduous leaf, heart taste, filled with the happiness story between the leaves and trees. My life is like the trail of leaves, but my mother is the tree next to the road, reminiscent of the leaves on the road memory, only to find that it is a happy past. Winter was dark especially early, coupled with the cold wind, I feel a chill, looked up, solitary branches of the dark night mercilessly split into countless pieces. I bowed and hurried to the house.