他走的时候,正是春天,西山的枫林绿成了一片碧海。走前一晚,他去了回自小玩耍的西山,也向他葬在那里的母亲告别。月上中天,碎星零散。他跪在母亲坟头,说道:“母亲,儿子这一朝去了,不知还能……不知几时回来。望母亲珍重。”未尽的寒风将他的话语吹得七零八落,也将枯叶腐朽的味道吹进他的心肺。慢啜着满腔腐朽之气,他不禁露出一抹笑来,这笑越来越大,竟将这片天地照得苍凉。 When he left, it was spring, the Xiongshan green into a blue sea. The night before he left, he went back to the western hills where he was playing and said goodbye to the mother where he was buried. On the moon, broken stars scattered. He knelt on the grave of the mother and said: “Mother, son of this dynasty gone, I do not know can ... ... I do not know when to come back.” Her mother treasure. "Uncompromising wind blew his words, Will also decay the taste of dead leaves into his heart and lungs. Slowly sip with full of decadent gas, he can not help but reveal a touch of laughter, this laughter is bigger and bigger, unexpectedly this piece of world illumination desolate.