Young people read that the fallen leaves return to the roots, I don't know why the old man is crying, fang stumbled into adulthood for a few years to understand that the fallen leaves are not just the roots, that is home, everyone has a home to worry about, no matter where they are, a certain year and a month...
The bigger the more you like to be quiet, it is really a kind of enjoyment, noisy crowds, easy to be anxious, living in the way you like, there are very few changes, there is a place to live is very satisfied...
The yellow leaves that slowly fall, next year is a multitude of branches and leaves, each mission is different, the beauty is not changed. People are also growing up every day, experiencing the baptism of life, transforming...