黄昏的风中枯黄的叶子开始飘零,深秋的天有一点儿冷。哥说他喜欢看树叶飘落时在风中打旋儿,有点凄凉,但很悠闲。我说,那有点残忍,它们在为逝去的生命作最后的挣扎,一定很痛。哥沉默了很久,轻轻地说,是的,很痛,我听到一颗颗心缓慢而踌躇的破碎的声音。我无言,别过头看风景——很美的风景:飘飞的树叶,杂乱得有点迷离的树叶。 The yellow leaves in the evening wind began to wander, and the days of late autumn were a little cold. Brother said that he likes to watch the leaves swirling in the wind, a bit bleak, but very relaxed. I said that it was a bit cruel. They were making a last-minute struggle for the passing life. It must have been painful. The brother was silent for a long time and said softly, yes, it was painful. I heard the shattering voice of a slow and sturdy heart. I am speechless, do not look over the landscape - beautiful scenery: leaves flying, cluttered leaves a little blurred.