The story of a leaf

On a summer's night, a leaf falls.

This is not an early death, this is the beginning of a journey.

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One. Friends of the Wind

Summer, not the season of leaves, this leaf is in this night, the sole of a light, floating into the air.

Branches of the leaves babble, want to catch, and fell an empty, see the leaves happily drift away.

It waved and called, Go, I go first, I wait ahead for you. He did not feel that the tree was his home, and happily set out on his journey.

Along the way, he will meet many interesting and eccentric friends that he will never forget. And the first friend is the wind.

The leaf fell just as the night wind turned the corner and passed under the tree. She held the leaf tenderly.

Whisper greetings, why do you fall in this season of life?

The leaf does not know why, but every day it tries its best to look toward the sun and let the light fall through the cracks,

Also gulped down the rain and dew, let every vein in the expansion.

But it suddenly fell down, initially it can be happy? Thought desperately grow is faster fall, faster start.

For he saw the world in the distance as though it were still large, and sometimes, when the wind lifted the branches of the trees, he could see a piece of light outside the wall, a flicker.

The leaf really wanted to see it, and thought, I will go and see it when I leave.

The wind answered leaves, yes, it is time to start, I am here to pick you up, then we set out together.

The night is as still as water in the embrace of the earth, the leaves twist their bodies, the petiole in front, the tip behind,

Like a boat floating in the air, the Friends of the Wind set out.

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Two. Lotus language

The leaves turn somersaults in the air, spin in circles, and slide out of a line.

The wind smiled to meet the free flying of the leaves, and sometimes laughed loudly and exhaled the leaves far away.

The leaf was crazy and tired of playing. It suddenly remembered something in my mind.

The flickering light outside the wall, the leaf eager to see.

Over the wall, my God, exclaimed the leaf, it is a big and beautiful world out there.

He wished all the sleeping leaves on the tree could see it, especially the bright green one next to him, with a slightly curled tip.

In a moment, the leaf forgot that much, and let the wind stop it on a tile. It watched silently.

The pond is like a drop of sleeping water, and the moon sleeps under the water, shining faintly.

The lily has unwrapped its petals and closed its eyes wearily.

The leaf heard some wonderful things in the faint whispers of the wind every day.

One of them is a sleeping flower, which we finally saw today.

But to the surprise of the leaf, one of the lilies was still open, lonely and lonely in the moonlight.

The leaf falls on the lotus leaf, and asks, O water-lily, why do you wake alone when the night is late?

"Look over there," said the water lily in a hollow voice. "In the flowerbed by the pond, there is a night-blooming epiphyllum. It is really beautiful."

Leaves look, a white night-blooming epiphyllum, like a star rising, is in full bloom.

In full bloom, also in full bloom wither, wind language also has such a legend.

No one must know that she is blooming tonight, except the water lily that can not sleep.

The leaf thought as it flew away again,

It thought that the water lily should not be insomnia, should be waiting.

Thinking about it, the leaves fly out of the courtyard, it gently exhaled, the outside world is really big, really beautiful.

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Three. The voice of Leaves

Outside the courtyard, there is a tree-lined path.

Every night, in twos and threes, people go out of their houses and walk here.

The leaves, riding on the wind, flew over the crowd.

He listened carefully to hear what they were saying.

As usual, the leaf didn't understand a word. "How strange they are!" "Thought the leaf.

From the moment they sprout in spring, leaves hear different sounds.

Some crisp, some low, some rapid, some long.

But the leaves always understand what they mean.

It has heard the shriek of water droplets as they fall,

I have heard the surprise when the petals open,

And a bone and meat argument between two dogs in the shade.

But every day people came and went under the trees, and I did not know what they were talking about.

"People can only speak what they themselves can understand." The leaf thought it was a pity.

While thinking, the leaf fell gently on a large rock, and a man sat beside it.

Before the leaf knew it, the man had taken it into his hand and put it on his mouth.

A gust of warm air whistled through, and the leaves began to quiver. The leaves did not speak, but the trembling leaves made a pleasant sound.

It was singing, which the leaf had never heard before, but felt very comfortable,

Its body moved gracefully like a dance.

The leaves remember that when they were in the trees, they sang the same song.

But not one leaf, but an ensemble of leaves.

When the breeze, the rustle.

When the wind blew, it roared loudly.

But what the leaf did not know was the legendary song of the wind,

When it comes to autumn, the leaves are thin and yellow,

They will sing their sad dirge in the wind,

As it falls.

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Four. Open wounds

A drop of dew drops on the leaf, like a pearl on the leaf rolling.

Ye Zi had met many such friends,

But when they were in the trees, they would slip and drop, and disappear before they could say a word.

The leaf liked the transparent and shiny dews, which looked pretty and made her feel cool.

Now she was lying by the side of the road, finally able to let the dew stay on her.

The leaves tilt up their tips, and let the dew roll down to the petiole,

And then he lifted the petiole, and let the dew roll to the tip,

Flying like water sprites on the leaves.

Leaves and dewdrops play this game all day long without feeling tired.

It was getting dark, and the dewdrops reflected cold starlight. She was sleepy.

Ye Zi knew that she would disappear in the morning light and never come back.

He hugged the thin dew and slept peacefully.

When day breaks, the leaves wake in the morning light.

The dew had disappeared.

The leaf is not sad, for the dew has said,

She has not gone away, she has changed into the air, into the wind,

She is her destiny and her place.

And one day, they will meet again on a distant journey.

At that time, Ye Zi would be amazed at her appearance.

The leaf believed that they would meet again,

The dew must have changed, he thought,

Is it the wind? Is it a cloud? Is it snow? Is it ice?

Or is it just the same, a little dew?

And I, is a left home, wandering leaves.

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V. The regret of the key

The leaf met a sad key under a kapok,

The key told him a story.

It was the only key that could open the door to the treasure,

And its close friend, a lock made of gold,

Guarding the precious treasure together,

The key is hidden in a sacred place,

A hundred sharp swords stand guard day and night.

The world craves it,

They fought thousands of miles for it.

Until one day, the key and the lock had an argument.

For whom is the most precious artifact in the world?

The key ran away, it wants to let the lock know, how important.

Day by day, the key hiding in the corner looking at the appearance of people looking for.

And when he was about to appear proudly,

Clang when a sound, echo came, gold lock has been a hammer smashed.

The key is happy and sad, too late to mourn,

The Golden Lock, or your own fate?

They were thrown out the door.

When the golden lock is gone, what is the use of a key that can only open the golden lock?

The leaf heard the story and flew away without saying anything.

He is just a leaf, how can bear these sad thoughts?