冷风在湖面上嗖嗖地刮着。岸边的一棵柏树枝头上残留着的一片褐色的树叶,飘飘忽忽闪动着白光,看起来像被淋湿了一样。乌鸦站立在岸边仰望着柏树叶。“你的伙伴早早就落地了,你怎么还不飘落下来呀?”“嚓嚓嚓……”残留的柏树叶发出孤独的声音。“我说呀,枫树啦,白桦树 Cold wind blowing whistling on the lake. A bank of brown leaves on the bank of a cypress bank on the bank of the shore fluttered in the white light and looked like it was wetted. The crow stands on the shore looking up at cypress leaves. ”Your partner fell asleep early, how do you not fall down? “ ”Cha Cha Cha ... “ Residual cypress leaves issued a lonely voice. ”I said ah, maple friends, birch trees