(6) You are like a handsome prince, walking quietly in front of me. Occasionally, you look back and smile at me. Looking into your deep eyes, you are already full of happiness. My sea is still overflowing on the beach. I wave my hands and shout loudly to a migratory bird flying around me. I tie my happiness to its flying wings and follow the sparkling river. Running, I use a stone to throw my happiness into its chest, and let it splash the waves of happiness with me! Suddenly, you suddenly turned around and gently held my shoulders, as if there were thousands of words on your lips, but you didn't say a word. Your eyes were like changing clouds, leaving me wondering. "The autumn wind is cool, don't freeze yourself! No matter what time in the future, you must be happy, you know?" You once again used your tenderness to sweep away the desolation of the autumn wind. It’s the weekend again. Although the autumn wind is bleak and the autumn rain is cold, the wind and rain cannot stop me from missing you.
Every weekend, my heart flies to you! I stood under the willow tree by the river again, looking forward to your tall figure walking towards me from the misty rain and fog in the distance...
(7) A withered yellow peach leaf flows Tears: "I was born as a foil to the red flowers and green leaves. The spring breeze once blew me green. I was graceful and dancing. I was used as an umbrella to protect people from the sun and was praised by the ages. But in the end, it was not the same..." A maple leaf said angrily with a red face: "I am praised and liked by humans. You can still return to nature, turn soil into mud, and let leaves fall back to their roots. However, my kind, 'Western Red Leaves', are collected and sold as objects. Some people even made a little fortune... "Stop talking!" The leaves of the old locust trees interrupted their deep sorrow and stopped them from chopping and lamenting. , Its merits are known to everyone, and as leaves, there is no distinction between high and low, no distinction between great and small, as long as we have been beautiful and glorious, it is enough!" The old elm leaf also said sonorously: "The evening scene of the mulberry elm is also beautiful, I listen to human beings. Singing to us - Do you know the autumn leaves, their unremitting pursuit, even if they turn into soil, they pursue love, my yearning, my pursuit will never change..." The leaves woke up, wiped away their tears, and stopped Overcome by grief, we hugged each other tightly and sang: My yearning and my pursuit will never change... A strong wind blew them away again, drifting and flying. They left me but I don’t know where they returned or where they drifted, but their sentimental autumn love songs still echoed in my ears. The inner words of the old locust leaves and the old elm leaves stirred in my chest, and I stood there blankly, thinking quietly.