我从不肯丢总是存着,弃一片片枯黄的树叶,黔.胁 赫它的上面,写上我的真心与祝福,麟恻渺色随风而去, 兴许,它会落在一个神秘的地方, 一也许被小鸡衔去,当睡椅, 也许被蚂蚁抬去,当渡河的工具, 也许被老农当垃圾,扫去,倒去, 也许不幸被粉碎,成了碎末··一 但我仍不灰心地写着,画 I never give up and always save, discard a piece of yellow leaves, hee hee. Take it above, write my true heart and blessings, Lin Xie goes away with the wind, perhaps, it will fall into a mystery One of them may be called by a chicken. When he is a couch, he may be carried by an ant. When he crosses the river, he may be used as an old farmer to refuse, sweep away, and fall. Maybe he is unfortunately shattered and becomes a crushed one. But I still don’t lose heart and write