这年的春,来得稍迟。仿佛秋的余韵还未散去,正拨弄着孤零零的枯叶。枯叶苟延残喘,但终究飘落,伴着清冷的风,在空中缓慢跳了一曲华尔兹。曲终,叶落,没有丝毫留恋。踩在枯叶毯上,没有音乐,没有人声,只有这“嘎吱嘎吱”的配音。漫无目的地走,我便开始了神游——落叶的生命是什么呢?很多叶经过春的萌发,夏的 This spring, come later. As if the aftershocks of the autumn have not yet dispersed, is fiddling with solitary dead leaves. Dead leaves linger, but after all, falling, accompanied by the cool wind, slowly jumping in the air a waltz. End of the song, Yelu, there is no slightest nostalgia. Step on blanket, no music, no voice, only this “crunches ” dubbing. Go aimlessly, I began the fugue - the life of fallen leaves is what? A lot of leaves after spring germination, summer