当夏日里的最后一朵玫瑰凋落时 ,树叶就开始为自己的命运担忧了。初春的时候树叶冒芽 ,嫩嫩的多惹人爱。百灵鸟日日把它唤醒 ,在朝霞里讲着好听的故事。阳光比林梢的风儿还要温柔。现在想来 ,那仿佛是一个遥远的不可再及的梦。后来的日子丰富而多彩。满目斑澜的色调 ,满耳动听? When the last rose in the summer falls, the leaves begin to worry about their own destiny. Early spring leaves sprouting, tender and more lovable. Lark awakened it day by day, speaking good stories in the glow. The sun is softer than the wind of the shoots. Now want to come, it seems like a distant dream can no longer be. The later days are rich and colorful. Burning hue, full of ears sounds?