秋天到了,树叶蝴蝶般从枝条上飞落,落在杜婉儿肩上,如只只柔软的小手,轻轻拂过。杜婉儿放下手中的扫帚,弯腰捡起落叶,透过阳光,凝视曾经丰润水嫩的叶片。落叶如刚刚结束的生命,以变化的色泽和失去的柔软,以及开始蜷曲的形体,向大地展示着一个生命在最后时光的依恋和惆怅。落叶在杜婉儿手中,慢慢浸洇了体温,轻轻舒展,仿佛有了春的音讯。 When autumn arrived, the leaves of the butterfly flew off from the branches and fell on the shoulders of Du Wan, such as a soft little hand gently brushing. Du Wan children put down the broom, bent down to pick up the leaves, through the sun, staring once rich and supple leaves. Fallen leaves, such as the just-concluded life, show the earth a sense of attachment and melancholy at the last minute, with varying colors and lost softness, and the beginning of a curled figure. Deciduous hands in Du Wan, slowly soaked body temperature, gently stretch, as if with the spring’s message.