猛地推开门,那如同浇过冷水的风从华丽的大门穿过,她不禁抖了抖,那门口整齐的梧桐树,冒出发黄的叶子,她站在如同玻璃的透明地上,眼泪簌簌地掉下来,打在地上生出一朵残花。又是一阵狂风吹乱了她的头发,就像冬天脱叶的枯树。 Suddenly pushed open the door, as if pouring the cold wind through the ornate gate, she could not help but shake, the neat plane trees, yellow leaves, she stood on the transparent ground like glass, tears Shyly fall, hit the ground to give birth to a stump. Another gust of wind blew her hair, like winter dead leaves dead tree.