翔---投稿
Turn over a new leaf
The dry air takes the color of green away, and this piece of leaf has arrived at the edge of its life. A blast of sharp cool wind knocks it down. It dances when falling down to say "goodbye" to this bleak world. No one notices that and no one cares about whether a piece of leaf remains there, or not. Itself doesn't care also, 'cause it's just time to go. Its body is buried in the wind, going away without any destinations.
After all the leaves have left their branches, my stray heart leaves its body. A strong feeling hits me without rhyme or reason, and it makes me pick a piece of dead leaf up. It's so tender that I have to be very cautious holding it in case of damaging it. I stare at it sympathetically as if taking pity on myself. I have gone through far more rotations of seasons than it, but I'm still here and it has chosen death. Or we bear the same meaning of life: to continue our race. We were birth to early every Spring, and then thanked the giving with all of our rest life. Though we may have missed lots of things when spending the days, the world never misses a Spring.
Turning over the leaf, I discover it new
-----------------------------------------------------------------------by一同学
