儿时的我们总是无忧无虑地玩耍,累了,便站在桥上看远方漂来的落叶。近了近了,它在一点点地靠近我们。我们欢呼、雀跃,似乎这美好的东西马上就会属于我们。可一瞬间,它不见了,它正在缓缓地从桥下漂过。再当我们看到它时,它已不再属于我们,正在不紧不慢地漂向远方。是的,它属于我 In childhood, we always played with carefreeness. When we were tired, we stood on the bridge to see the fallen leaves from afar. It is near, it is approaching us little by little. We are cheering and excited. It seems that this wonderful thing will immediately belong to us. In a flash, it disappeared. It was slowly drifting under the bridge. When we see it again, it no longer belongs to us and is drifting into the distance. Yes, it belongs to me