Leaves of choice

I remember this sentence: Leaves leave because of the pursuit of the wind and the absence of the tree. Sometimes I think that the leaves in autumn are flying in desperation, but what about spring and summer? Where are the leaves falling in the wind and rain? They were still young and were blown away by the wind when they were still in those years. No, there is no trace of withering; No, a sound of walking. The leaves are still green, maybe in the rain; Maybe in the dew; Maybe in tears, let the wind take away. When walking, trees are always so helpless. Looking at their still Youth color and Jade leaves and pink Jing, the wind took them away. When I left, I was not so natural and unrestrained. This reminds me of you. You don’t know that trees have the helplessness of trees; The choice of wind and wind; The pain of leaves and leaves. Because I am a tree, I can’t resist the wind, not because I don’t want to retain the leaves; Because the wind always has a reason for love, he wants to take that leaf away, put it on the grass, or put it in the water; let her die like a flower. In fact, I don’t know the leaves. There is no tree and I don’t want many warm leaves to surround me. Let a green tree become the eternity of the four seasons. So some people say that trees are too sentimental and greedy! This is how the wind scolded the tree: Do you have to let so many leaves surround you? He loved the leaves as much as the wind, but he didn’t want to wait until autumn or when the leaves were sallow and emaciated, so the tree could never resist the wind, the season and the old age. The tree is not because he doesn’t love leaves, but because he can’t resist the plunder of the wind. Therefore, when he chooses to break up, the tree is always swaying, and the leaves are always bumping and wandering; only when the wind blows all the way, the leaves will not be young forever. The leaves will always be loved by someone, and the leaves will marry her; So the leaves can’t stand the pursuit of the wind, and she follows the wind, she went to the grass or water, and to a place where she thought it was the destination of love. I know I am a tree, surrounded by countless sad leaves. When I was young, I took them to sing. How happy it was, I had so many leaves; I had a green dress. I think it’s very good to be young. Young me and young leaves are singing together in the spring breeze and summer rain. But when autumn came, the old leaves left the tree with pain. She exchanged her life for a new green of spring. Therefore, she didn’t leave the tree, just let life come to a painful reincarnation! After the prosperity of spring and summer, it was the call of root. Leaves chose to rest, while I chose to wait alone. They are all going to sleep. They are trees of autumn and leaves of autumn. However, where are these leaves falling in spring and summer? What about the leaves that let the wind pursue and leave the tree? Let my heart break and feel lost. You know I am a tree. I can’t have only one leaf! Between spring and summer, I want to have a green dress, and I want to have countless love relationships; I want countless love stories to inject sunshine and nutrients of love into my growing life! Because I am a tree, I want many leaves to dance with me! Please don’t choose the wind to pursue my leaves. After that crazy time, he doesn’t know where he will blow you. The wind has no goodwill, but only pursues and abandons me to stay with me. As one of my countless leaves, I also have a sentence to say: Leaves leave because of the pursuit of the wind, not the tree’s retention.

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