院子里,树下,秋叶缓缓飞舞,却依旧留恋那青葱翠色,想守住那熟悉的枝头,我似乎听见它们的轻声叹息。风也正把往事一页页翻开,记忆中的落叶一片一片,清晰无比……我喜欢将自己曾经拍过的照片一阵乱翻,试图将丢失的回忆一点点拼贴起来,一些画面开始像电影般在脑海里闪现。记忆深处,这个院子的秋天曾是那么灿烂,繁华热闹。如今,向窗外望去,只见一片萧条,一些枯黄的小草在风中颤抖,茫然而落寞,正如此时的我。 The yard, the tree, the autumn leaves slowly flying, but still nostalgia that lush, want to hold that familiar branches, I seem to hear them sigh softly. The wind is also turning the pages of the past open, the memories of the leaves one by one, very clear ... ... I like the photos they once took a burst of chaos, trying to collaps the lost memories a little bit, some pictures like The movie flashed in my mind. Memory, the autumn of this yard was so brilliant, lively and lively. Now, looking out the window, saw a depression, some yellow grass quivering in the wind, loss and loneliness, just as I was.