独自奔波在寂寞的山野,从凛冽霜晨走到神秘月夜。一片红叶轻轻飘落肩头,可是翩翩起舞的一只蝴蝶?一片红叶、一弯新月、一份和谐,迷茫中的真切,轻柔中的激越。怎样的缘分不离不舍,紧紧相携?静夜中竟还有热流纬纬不绝。苦苦追寻在喧嚣的世界,从灿烂春光走到朦胧秋月。这片红叶时 Running alone in the lonely mountains, from the frosty frost walk to the mysterious moonlight night. A red leaf gently falling shoulders, but dancing a butterfly? A red leaf, a crescent moon, a harmonious, confused in the real, gentle and agitated. What kind of fate is inseparable, closely related? Static night there is still a constant stream of latitude and longitude. Hard to pursue in the noisy world, from the brilliant spring to the hazy moon. When this red leaves