Talk about the classics of leaves

My careful care turned out to be in vain, and the leaves in the water would wither.

I won't detain you because of your girl. There are no exactly the same leaves in the world.

Did the leaves leave because of the pursuit of the wind, or did the tree not stay?

Sunlight polishes pebbles, and memories are getting more and more precipitated. Rain wanted to take a look at its lover and fell on the umbrella. These are all on your mind. Only I can read them. The others walked too fast to see them. During the day, your shadow is at your feet, and at night, your shadow turns into night, wrapping my sleep.

It's starting to smoke. I'll wait for you at the door. The sun goes down, I'll wait for you on the hillside. The leaves are yellow. I will wait for you under the tree. We are old, and I will wait for you in the afterlife. It is not only love that can last forever, but also responsibility and habit.

Rain is the most common and lasts for three or two days. Don't be annoyed, you see, it is like cow hair, like a needle, like a filament, densely woven into a diagonal, and there is a thin layer of smoke on the roof. The leaves are bright green, and the grass is green enough to stare at your eyes. At night, the lights turned on, and a little dim light set off a quiet and peaceful night. Going to the countryside, on the path, by the stone bridge, people are walking slowly with umbrellas; There are also farmers working in the fields, wearing hemp fiber and hats. Their thatched cottage is sparse and silent in the rain.

I always knew there was such a place in the city where I lived. A long road is surrounded by a piece of Jiangzhou Island, and trees are planted on both sides. As it is winter, the trees are crowded with leaves that are about to fall and sprout. All this reminds me.