秋风乍起,一杆孤枝,一片孤叶,经不起萧瑟寒意的催促,花凋无声,叶落无影。就那么一瞬间,繁华褪尽,一叶落而知天下秋,没有“曾经沧海难为水,除却巫山不是云”的叹惋,却只有无声的寂寞和生机随去的惆怅。没有人挽留,没有人说啥,当一时的繁华灿烂都化作枯枝腐叶,化作落花流水,会有 The autumn winds rise, a solitary branch, a solitary leaf, unable to withstand the chill of the bleak hustle, and withering, the leaves fall. In that moment, the bustling city faded, and when a leaf fell down and fell into the sky, there was no sighing that once had the sea is difficult for the water, but Wushan was not the cloud. Only the silent loneliness and the embarrassment of life went away. No one retained, no one said, when a moment’s prosperity is turned into dead branches and leaves, turned into flowers, there will be