深秋,机关大院里的一棵梧桐枯了,老人们坐在石板凳上叹惜着这棵梧桐的往昔,说它当年如何地枝叶茂盛,如何地带给院子里的人以夏日的清凉,自然,也有人乐得不再有知了烦扰。只是,可怜了一帮孩子,少了一样玩趣儿。我呢,虽没有黛玉的多愁善感,却也免不了生出几许遗憾,毕竟和它同处一 In late autumn, an indole in the compound yard was withered. The old people sat on the stone bench and lamented the past of this tree indulgence. He said how it was lush and how it was brought to the people in the yard to cool off in summer, naturally. There are also people who are happy to stop annoying. Only, sorry for a bunch of children, less fun. Although I did not have the sentimentality of Saitama, I was also inevitably giving birth to a few regrets. After all, I was in the same place with it.