地上有一小块影子在移动,是蝶飞还是别的。眼睛,有些机灵,在会意的即刻间,扑闪扑闪地去捕获着那影子的情报,只是一片树叶在飞落。落叶的结局就是尘泥,瞬间的飞舞是回归的引路还是欢送真有些道不明白,目光追随着影子走过短短一截路,发现自己的身影早早地等在地上,树叶着地,正好跌在我身影里,虽然说轻而又轻,但已经把一个季节轮换信息传导到身上。我挪开身子,身影也跟着挪开,可身 There is a small shadow on the ground moving, butterflies fly or something else. Eyes, some clever, in the knowing moment, flapping to capture the shadow of the intelligence, but a leaf in the fly. Deciduous ending is dust, the moment of flying is the return of the lead or farewell Some really do not understand, eyes followed the shadow of a short way, and found his shadow early on the ground, the leaves on the ground, just fall My figure, although light and light, but has a seasonal rotation of information transmitted to the body. I move away, the figure also followed to move, but the body