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叶，落了。时间，已定格…… Leaves, falling. Time, fixed 又一阵风过。叶，那仅存于枝尖的那一片叶，它抖了抖。 Another gust of wind passed. The leaf, the only one left at the tip of the branch, shakes. 昨日，风吹过。它失去了唯一的一个生存在同一枝干上的友伴。它的友伴去的那一刻，它就知道凋落也已离它不远了。毕竟最终凋落的命运是无法改变的，只是现在仍想延续生命几何！ Yesterday, the wind blew. It lost its only friend living on the same branch. At the moment when his friend left, he knew that the withering was not far away from him. After all, the fate of the final decline can not be changed, but now still want to continue the geometry of life! 风，吹过，瑟瑟。夜，有些脱落。生命，艰难的维持着…… The wind, the wind, the wind. Night, some fall off. Life, hard to maintain 春日里，曾带着柔嫩身躯，沐浴在春光里。听过莺歌，也看过燕舞。在这个季节里，它拥有新生与活力。生命，它经历过，又已来过！ In spring, once with a soft body, bathed in the spring light. I've heard Yingge and seen swallow dance. In this season, it has new life and vitality. Life, it has experienced, has come! 夏日里，依有蝉聒，尽管焦热，偶有小虫在它身上小憩过，也自有欢乐。再偶尔来场夏雨，冲落一切身上污濯，好不自得！ | 
