Last night, the spring breeze brought rain, and in the early morning, the willows by the pond were covered with a new layer of green, and the dark red buds on the peach trees opened a few more, and the pink petals hung with crystalline water droplets. There were several tall camphor trees in the yard, and the verdant canopy hid a few birds, but the crisp song still exposed their tracks. There are layers of yellowing fallen leaves under the trees, and there are still a group of leaves flying in the sky, like sails on an offshore expedition, two leaves living next to each other, they are about to follow the footsteps of their companions to fall, and at this moment they are gazing deeply, whispering for the last time:
Honey, see the spores of the branches? It was the horn that urged us to leave. At this moment, I have no sorrow and resentment, only because I have you with me in this life, and for the sake of the agreement in the past life, we have accompanied each other in the form of green leaves for a four-season cycle. Gaze at your eyes day by day, listen to your breath night and night, just like absorbing the sun and rain, starting from spring, walking through the scorching of the summer sun, through the denigration of autumn frost, surviving the cold of the winter wind, how many hearts, we handed over to the stars in the sky to tell, every tremor of yours makes me heartbroken, a short distance, we freeze a hand-holding desire in the wind. Spring is coming, but too many thoughts make you haggard, tomorrow, we will be a branch, to complete a nirvana and return.
Dear, as an ordinary green leaf, I have no regrets, because our smallness has achieved the beauty of a big tree, and without our leaves, there is no accumulation of rings in the heart of the tree. Think more, use my old body to hold another bunch of sunlight, and finally do a photosynthesis to make a smooth breath for my mother. However, our kind return may deprive the leaf buds of their vitality, and it is the best reward for us to return to the mother of the tree, to promote the new, decisive aging, and to stay away in time.
Dear, we were born in the spring, we wanted to retreat in the autumn wind, and we also learned the palm-like maple leaves to rise red in the autumn wind, and spread our bodies like flags in the valley, but we could not bear to abandon the empty branches in the winter snow, not the prominence of our covetous branches, without our bitter perseverance, where there is a piece of green in the cold winter of XiaoSu.
Dear, think more, become a peach blossom bone, under the blowing of this spring wind, will bloom to the fullest, leave you a pink dream; think more, become a petite bird, gently stay in your branches day by day, sing a pleasant love song for you repeatedly; think more, become a light butterfly, in the afternoon of the sun, flap its colored wings, fly over the pond, fly to the grass, dance a round dance of life in the fragrance of the flowers...
Dear, thank you for such a long time of companionship, I know that as a green leaf, green is the meaning of its life, sticking to the branch is the belief of its life, silence is the language of its life, as a green leaf, you have completed the mission of the root, but also poured out your love for me, be your lover, I have no regrets in this life.
Are you ready, my dear, that we are about to make the only expedition of our lives. Are you waiting for a gust of wind like me, preferably with a few spring rains. Come, with the help of the gravity of the earth, let us say goodbye to the branches, with the help of the power of the east wind, we hold hands one last time, play a whirlwind between heaven and earth, play another roundabout, and then draw a beautiful arc. With a "click", we knock on the earth, which is the last thanks to the mother of the tree, that is the last call to each other.
Then, let the spring rain shed a few tears of sorrow for us, let us return to the soil together, and look forward to the next cycle of life together.