夏天寂寞地转身,留给人们一个背影,独自带着繁花离开,紧接着,秋天来了。花朵枯了,撑不起往日的华裳,孤独地蜷缩在角落里,番羌却耀眼地燃烧着,在秋风中傲立,没过多久,她也败了,秋天被夺去最后一抹色彩,心灰意冷地哀叹着。叶子落了,遍地都是,成堆成堆地聚集在小路上,秋风阵阵,女孩们的头发飞起来了,叶子也不停地一个接一个地回到大地的怀抱,有几个紧抓着树枝,不愿落下,眷恋树的温暖。风怒了,疯狂地吼着,于是——姑娘们的丝巾裹紧了;孩子们的棒棒糖惹上了灰尘;老人们捂着关节轻轻地呻吟着。树 Lonely summer turned around, leaving people a back, alone with the flowers to leave, followed by autumn. Flowers withered, can not afford the past, China’s Cailiao, lonely curled up in the corner, Fan Qiang was burning brightly, standing proudly in the autumn wind, before long, she also lost the autumn was taken away the last touch of color, Disheartened grieved. Leaves fall, all over the place, piles of piles gathered in the path, the autumn wind bursts, the girls hair fly, and leaves one after another to return to the earth’s arms, there are a few grasp With branches, do not want to fall, attached to the warmth of the tree. Windfury, crazy roared, so - the girls scarves tight; kids lollipop dust; old people clutching their joints gently moaning. tree