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在秋的深处,在枯叶飘飞的季节,我埋着头一直走着,在抬首看时,才发现已走到了这乡间小路的尽头。伸向远方的路在眼前已经停止了蔓延,似乎要沉睡在这秋的梦里。此时的我忘记了为何会来到这里。恍惚间,一丝含带着秋叶泪滴的风袭向我。凝眸望去,一棵枫树站在秋的深处,干枯的枝干漫无目的地向四方延伸着。正欲回首,却发现在一丫树枝上,一片孤零零的叶子在迎风舞动,它是那样火红,那样灿烂,似乎在燃烧着我的眼睛。这,这就是最后一片枫叶
In the depths of autumn, in the dead season, I kept my head and walked on. When I looked up, I realized that I had come to the end of this country road. The road to the far side has stopped spreading in front of me, seems to be sleeping in this autumn dream. At this point I forgot why I came here. Trance, a trace of the wind with autumn leaves tear hit me. Looking gaze, a maple standing in the depths of autumn, dry branches aimlessly extended to the Quartet. Just want to look back, but found a branch in Ah, a solitary leaf dancing in the wind, it is so fiery, so brilliant, seems to burn my eyes. This is the last maple leaf