一片片折了翼的枯叶静静地躺在地上,夕阳洒下,在叶片上折射出那沧桑的美丽。喜欢在秋天,看漫天飞舞的落叶。直到深秋那树枝头,只剩下几片残叶,随风摇摆,然后寂寞地落下,又被风卷起,最后轻轻地落地,静静地等待。每个季节都有它独特的美,无论是萧瑟还是辉煌。春天有淡淡的花香,夏天有茂盛的绿叶,冬天有晶莹的雪花,唯有秋天留给人们萧瑟的落叶。落叶的美大多无人间津,人们匆匆赶路的脚步踩过遍 A patch of wings of the leaves lying quietly on the ground, the sunset shed, reflecting the vicissitudes of the leaves on the beautiful. Like in the fall, watching the falling leaves of the sky. Until the late autumn that tree branches, leaving only a few residual leaves, swinging in the wind, and then lonely, but also by the wind rolled up, and finally gently landing, quietly waiting. Every season has its own unique beauty, whether it is bleak or brilliant. Spring has a faint floral, lush green leaves in summer, winter crystal snowflakes, leaving only the autumn bleak leaves. Most of the beauty of the leaves no one Tianjin, people hurried hurried step by step over