合上手中的书本,轻轻地把它放在书桌上,端起一杯腾起丝丝热气的茶走到窗边,西天残阳如血,微风拂过脸庞是那么舒适。树叶在风中摇摆着,突然一片叶子一不留神就被风吹得脱离了大树的怀抱,在空中静静地盘旋着,在风中轻轻地飘动着,就像一只即将离世的蝴蝶在空中飞舞,最后以优美的弧线飘落在地。那一刻,心被触动了,这就是一片小小的树叶面对死 Close the hand book, gently put it on the desk, put up a cup of hot tea to the window, the Western sky as blood, breeze blowing face is so comfortable. Leaves swinging in the wind, suddenly a leaf inadvertently was blown out of the arms of the tree, quietly circling in the air, gently fluttering in the wind, like a butterfly is about to leave Flying in the air, and finally beautiful arc falling to the ground. At that moment, the heart was touched, this is a small leaf in the face of death