叶子,是不会飞翔的翅膀。翅膀,是落在天上的叶子。一叶子在张望,张望属于她的远方。从鹅黄嫩芽时起,她就一直驻扎在同一个地方——同一棵大树、同一丫树枝的同一个点上。大树是她惟一且永远的依靠,风再凛冽,雨再瓢泼,阳光再炽烈,娇弱的叶子都能得到大树的庇护。然而,静静的她却 Leaves are wings that will not fly. Wings are the leaves that fall on the sky. A leaf is on the lookout and Zhangwang belongs to her distant place. From the time she was young, she had been stationed in the same place—the same tree, the same point on the same branch. The tree is her only and everlasting reliance, the wind lingers, the rain drips again, the sun shines again, and the delicate leaves can be sheltered by the big trees. However, she quietly