正值秋日,秋风还是那样的清凉,空气还是那样的清新。可是,馨却不这样认为,她心底里最黑暗的地方让她感到莫名的冷。馨裹着毛毯,坐在粗大的树干做的阶梯上,仰望着天空。秋风吹过,树屋旁的薰衣草散发着迷人的清香。馨身后那个腾空而起的树屋的叶子被吹得哗哗作响,而她把毯子裹得更紧了。这儿只有馨一个人生活,哪怕是一丝细微的声音,她都能听见。一天,馨像往常一样坐在阶梯上,仰望星空。这时,一只翅膀受伤的小鸟从天空中落了 It is autumn, the autumn wind is still cool, the air is still fresh. However, Xin does not think so, the darkest place in her heart made her feel inexplicable cold. Xin wrapped in blankets, sitting on the stairs made of thick trunk, looking to the sky. Autumn wind blowing, tree house next to the lavender exudes a charming fragrance. The leaves of the tree house that had been vacated by her body were whipped and she wrapped the blanket tighter. Only a single Xin life here, even if it is a subtle voice, she can hear. One day, Xinxiang as usual sitting on the ladder, looking at the stars. At this moment, a bird with a broken wing fell from the sky