初冬的梧桐,挂着残叶,直直地立在街边。“老天爷心可真细,时节一到就出手,一片一片地往下扯叶子,梧桐就这么被整得快要光秃秃的了。”我心里想。“这可能就是天道吧,催梧桐冬眠,让来年更美,老天的心思可又真深。”我又往深处想了想。但梧桐斜斜的枝干,在阵阵寒风倾扫中微弱喘息,树梢微微震颤,令我顿时觉得一身寒意。我紧了紧单薄的毛衣, Sycamore in early winter, hanging leaves, stand straight in the street. “God’s heart can be fine, the season one shot, one by one to pull the leaves down, Indus is so forth to be almost bald.” “I thought. ”This may be the sky it, urging Indus hibernation, so that the coming year is more beautiful, God’s mind can really deep.“ ”I thought to the depths. However, the oblique branches of Sycamore, faint in the intermittent cold wind wheezing trembling tremor, I suddenly felt a chill. I’m tight tight thin sweater,