我总是希望把秋天过得跟春天一样,但春天有一树花,现在低头都是落叶。我总是想让落叶飘零的巷子变成花舞缤纷的街道,但眼前总也出现不了花的颜色。我穿过一条寂静的街,等一辆回家的车。马路对面的一辆车子缓缓驶来,车上那么多人,那么多生疏的面孔,似曾相识,却又陌生。风吹来,我 I always hope to live the autumn like spring, but in the spring there is a tree flower, and now bow is fallen leaves. I always wanted to make the alley where the falling leaves fall into the colorful streets of flowers and dances, but there was always no color in front of the flowers. I crossed a quiet street and waited for a car to go home. A car across the road slowly came in. There were so many people in the car. So many strange faces were familiar but strange. The wind blows, I