风来了,远远地他望见还有一片叶子挂在树梢上。那么庞大的一棵树,那么多的叶子在这个季节里凋谢了,只剩下那片叶子,在初冬的寒霜里,孤零零地立在凄冷的枝头,向着北方痴痴地凝望。风看清楚了,那不是自己日夜思念的那片叶子吗,她在等北方的风啊,单薄的身子已经冻得 The wind came, far he saw there is a leaf hanging on the treetops. So huge a tree, so many leaves faded in this season, leaving only the leaves in the early winter frost, stood alone in the cold branches, staring toward the north journeying. The wind see clearly, that is not the piece of leaf that day and night that oneself is missing, she is waiting for the northern wind, thin body has frozen