起风了,秋末的风好似要把天边那火烧的晚霞吹落。每每这个时候,小李都忍不住起身往林场走。他像是在害怕,害怕那朵火烧的云彩真被风带下来,落到哪一片叶子上,点燃了整座森林。他按捺不住,要出去看看,他要阻挡每一个塑料瓶折射的太阳光,熄灭每一个可能点燃枯叶的烟头,好好留住这片绿色。夜幕降临,四周刮起寒风,小李在林场旁的屋子里睡着了。“我们把你送去念大学有什么用?!”“妈,可是我希望做觉得有意义的事。” Windy, late autumn winds like to blow the sunset on the horizon that fire. Often this time, Li could not help but got up and walked to the forest. He was afraid, fearful, that the burning cloud was really brought down by the wind and fell on a leaf which lit the entire forest. He could not restrain himself. He wanted to go out and check out. He wanted to stop the refraction of sunlight in every plastic bottle and extinguish every cigarette butt that could lit dead leaves so that he could keep the green. As night fell, surrounded by blowing cold, Li fell asleep in the house next to the forest. “” “Mom, but I want to do something that makes sense. ”