每一个日子,终究以枯叶的形式,轻轻坠落。静美之下,有辽阔的原野开花结果,也凋零没落;安静的湖水,以自己的身体着色,一只鸟掠过夜空,可以引出日子的许多高潮,让我们爱到流泪。黄昏,正步步为营。野鸽子在沙洲,徘徊着,寻找着,未来是 Every day, after all, in the form of dead leaves, gently fall. Under the beauty of the United States, there is a vast field of flowering results, also declining; quiet lake, with their own body color, a bird passing the night sky, can lead to many of the climax of life, let us love to tears. Twilight, are at every step. Wild pigeons in the sandbar, wandering, looking for, the future is