一落秋,北方的树,便脱了叶子,就像火失去火苗,就像人失去了话语。整整一个夏天,我几乎天天站在窗前,与那些树们交流,在那些烦闷多于快乐的日子里,我们成了心灵无界的朋友,我甚至能看到那些树的表情和心思。但是现在他们不在了,它们像远行的人一样, Once the fall, the trees of the north, they took off the leaves, just as the fire had lost its flame, just as people lost their words. Throughout the summer, I stood by the window almost daily, communicating with those trees. In those days of more boredom than happiness, we became friends without a soul, and I could even see the look and thoughts of those trees. But now they are gone, they are like people who travel,