树枝上挂满了绿叶,也许太多,也许平凡,没有谁去在乎。我却总被这绿叶感染。绿叶从不与花争艳斗奇,没有炫目的时刻,却有平安的一生,即使枯黄入泥,也愿化作尘土,让大树来年再多长些绿叶。
The branches covered with green leaves,
perhaps too much, perhaps ordinary, no one to care about. I have always been
the infected leaves. Leaves never fought the flowers bloom, no glaring moment,
has a life of peace, even yellow into the mud, will turn into dust, let the
tree next year long green leaves.
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