草不谢荣于春风,木不怨落于秋天。秋风乍起,树叶以华美的姿势落下,一尘不染的地面转眼间又是一地的落叶,人们已没有耐心再打扫,任由它飘落吧。这一年的盛夏已过去,它带走了少女的笑靥,带走了甜酸的棒棒糖,带走了少年时期应有的不羁和任性,只留下无限的感伤和长大的痛楚。 The grass is not thankful for the spring breeze, and the wood does not resent it in autumn. When the autumn winds rise, the leaves fall down in a gorgeous posture. The spotless spot immediately turns into a fallen leaf. People no longer have the patience to clean it and allow it to fall. The summer of the year was over. It took away the girl’s grin and took away the sweet and sour lollipop, taking away the unruly and self-willed nature of the youthful period, leaving only infinite sadness and growing pain.