春时风起,柳絮万般纷飞;秋至风起,枯叶零落飘旋。那些纷纷扬扬的,成千上万的絮与叶,正如浮尘,身不由己。飘浮在空气中的微小尘埃,也无时无刻不在游离着。我是否也曾听到它们的呼喊呢?絮于柳,叶于树,均不过是万千同类中毫不起眼的一片,然而正是这无数的轻絮,勾勒出烟柳的婀娜身姿;正是这无数的绿叶,描绘出青木的苍翠容颜。放眼这世界,熙熙攘攘,纷纷扰扰,坐拥几 When the spring wind, Liu Xu swirling; fall to the wind, dead leaves floating floating. Thousands of flocs and leaves, one after another, are flying like dust, involuntarily. Floating in the air of the tiny dust, but also all the time with the free. I have heard them shout it? Xu Yu Liu, Ye Yushu, are nothing but the humble kind of a thousand, but it is this countless light flutter, outlining the yin liu graceful posture; It is this countless green leaves, depicting the green face of Aoki. Looking at this world, bustling, one after another disturbing, sitting on a few