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张奕璇织女:秋天是什么呢?各种鸟儿从天空飞过。我知道明年这时候,依旧会有鸟群像今天这样飞过的。闭上眼仿佛能听到一片片花瓣轻轻脱落、破碎、飞舞的声响。我知道春风还会带来新的花,或许更美,或许香气更醉人。偶尔会有一片片叶子拥过来吻我。它们亲吻我的脸颊,亲吻我的唇角,同样吻了我的额头、我的指尖。然后荡漾进风里,融化进泥里。明年依旧会有叶子亲吻我,陪我听风,陪我荡漾。
Zhang Yi Xuan Weaver: What is autumn? A variety of birds flew from the sky. I know this time next year, there will still be bird flies like this today. Close your eyes as if you can hear a piece of petals gently off, broken, flying sound. I know spring breeze will bring new flowers, perhaps more beautiful, perhaps more aroma intoxicating. Occasionally there will be a piece of leaves come and kiss me. They kissed my cheek, kissed my lips and kissed my forehead, my fingertips. Then waves into the wind, melted into the mud. Next year there will still be a leaf kiss me, accompany me to listen to the wind, with me.