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秋光里的落叶叶片扁平硕大,叶脉呈河流状,当我从城墙下的阔叶林,拣起其中的一枚,凝视它时,我惊讶于十月的门楣,飘向这人间的音符,令所有精彩的暗喻或隐喻,顿时哑然。上面清晰的纹路,是在用叶子黄金般的语言,记录着珍贵的生命往昔。一丝墨绿,几许深黄,无奈地突显出岁月的苍老与无望!我不关心它来自哪一棵树枝。我深信,它簌簌下落时,定是带着某种深色的心愿。离别还是回归?或者,只为等待在生命的尽头,绚烂地燃烧自己?
The fallen leaves in the autumn light were flat and huge, and the veins were river-shaped. When I picked one of them from the broad-leaved forest under the city wall and stared at it, I was surprised at the lintel in October and the note drifted to the earth, All wonderful metaphors or metaphors, suddenly dumb. Clear lines above, is in the golden leaves of the language, record the precious life of the past. A trace of dark green, how many deep yellow, helplessly highlight the years of old and hopeless! I do not care which tree it comes from. I am convinced that when it falls, it is with a certain dark color. Or leave or return? Or, just waiting for the end of life, gorgeous burning themselves?