它,走了。没有遗言,没有告别,仿佛从来没有来过这个世界,就这样悄无声息地走了,只留下了一道浅浅的,却又非常扎眼的伤痕。它是学校梧桐树上,一条嫩嫩的枝条。还记得,就在几天前,它还那么可爱,那么茁壮,几颗红色的小球球像颗颗紫里泛红、酸甜多汁的杨梅,我视它们为掌上明珠,并给它们取名为:“一抹红绿,一抹生机。”它们那圆鼓走有遗有告别仿佛 It’s gone. No last words, no farewell, as if never been to this world, so quietly left, leaving only a shallow, but very loud scars. It is a school tree, a tender tender branches. Remember, just a few days ago, it was so cute, so robust, that a few red balls were like red, sweet and sour juicy bayberry, I named them pearl and named them As: “a touch of red and green, a touch of vitality.”