“停车坐爱枫林晚，霜叶红于二月花”，每念起这两句诗，我的眼前必会亮起一片深秋的枫林来，但见那层层叠叠、密密实实的红叶，真个如火如，燃烧出一派热烈的氛围。意念中，我的视线已停留在其间一片至殷红、更厚重的霜叶上了。但现实中的我并没有倘徉在枫林中，而是肯靠办公 “Parking sit Love Maple late, Frost Ye Hong in February flowers,” read each of these two poems, my eyes will certainly light up a maple forest in the fall, but to see that layer upon layer, dense Autumn leaves, a real fire, burning a fiery atmosphere. In my mind, my sight has remained in the midst of a thick, creamy leaf. But in reality I did not if I was in Maplewood, but rather by office