坐在山头的青石上,他看见枫叶红了。他痴痴地凝视着。枫叶红得似火,红得可爱,的确应了“霜叶红于二月花”。眺望远山、孤村,到处都有红红的枫叶。不知从什么时候起,他开始留意这家乡的枫叶了。去年他下乡的时候,意外地发现路边的枫林,有几片枫叶开始泛红,星星点点的,在微风中摇曳,他的思绪也随那枫叶起伏着。“叶凤,我们结婚吧!”那年也是枫叶红了的时候,也是坐在这山坡的青石上,他轻声对她 Sitting on the bluestone on the hill, he saw the red maple leaves. He stared journeying. Red maple red like fire, red cute, indeed should be “Frost Leaves in February Flower ”. Overlook mountains, alone village, there are red maple leaf everywhere. I do not know since when, he began to pay attention to the maple leaf of this town. When he came to the countryside last year, he accidentally discovered the maple trees on the roadside. A few pieces of maple leaf started to fade, scattered in the breeze and his thoughts fluctuated with that of the maple leaves. “Ye Feng, let’s get married!” "That year is also Maple Leaf red, but also sitting on the slopes of bluestone, he whispered to her