It's dark tonight, and the usual optimism is gone, leaving only a melancholy face, hiding quietly under the dark clouds and closing your eyes quietly. From now on, no matter how wonderful the outside world is, you will indulge in sadness. The stars in the sky are blinking, ignoring my sadness. At this point, I was speechless. Maybe this is fate. You can't stop it when it comes, but once it disappears, you can only watch her leave. Once bit by bit.

It was a beautiful spring, and I woke up in my mother's call. I slowly pulled out new buds, revealing the crescent moon. The emerald-like clear and fresh green aroused people's love for it. As time goes by, I have grown up and lost my childish charm. I am glad that I can live in the embrace of nature, bathed in sunshine, baptized by rain and blown by breeze. I found that I was really happy. When the swaying waves keep coming, I am intoxicated by the flowers in the distance, swaying happily in the wind and weaving a landscape with them.

The breeze touched my mind and brought me back to reality. "Autumn wind curled up, Dongting waves under the leaves. Qu yuan can sing this touching poem, and now I'm afraid only we can feel it accurately. It hurts to watch my friends leave one by one. I even regret why I am a leaf. This kind of life is too cruel. But what can I do? Let's leave it to fate! Life is inevitably an accidental death. In that case, I am sighing and complaining. Maybe I was wrong. After all, we still have a true portrayal of "falling in love is not a heartless thing, turning war into jade and protecting flowers." Now I finally understand that the moment I was born, I was destined to leave. Some things can't be kept for a lifetime, as long as they are kept. We are leaves, we are.

Although the mood is not very good now, all this can only be happy with it. Leaf leaf! Once life is over, it will fall. Because there are new leaves behind. If I don't get rid of them, how can the newcomers in the back know people? How can an old man come if he doesn't go? Because of those boring ideas, I am always thinking about some stupid questions. Now I finally know that my life will always go through a tortuous and long road, and there are still many things I have to face. I can't always stand by and hesitate, I will try to overcome it anyway.

The alternation between the old and the new is an objective law that all living things must abide by in the laws of nature, and no one can change it. Unlike pedantic ideological shackles and decadent feudal ethics, it can be replaced, forgotten and lost in the corner of history with the pace of history.

The breeze is coming again, and I have reached the stage of dancing. "Qian Fan has passed the sinking boat, and there are thousands of trees in front of the sick tree." I've seen through it. I've thought it through. I think I'll look brand-new next year, don't I?