Leaves, in the waiting helplessly parted with the branches. Red veins intertwined with lonely sighs, lightly fall into the dust. The dead branch, a lonely cry: don't go okay? In waiting a while on someone to pick you up ... ... but the leaves with the last low song, a farewell, said the last reluctance.
A short while later, a couple walking hand in hand, inadvertently discovered the red leaves lying at the root of the branch. That one girl gently picked it up, look: what a beautiful creeper leaves, delicate red, clear fine lines, really lovely... The boy smiled and said to the girl, yes. It's really pretty, just like your cute little face... The girl said shyly, "You're just going to make fun of people. Then, the boy took out a book from the bag, put the flaming red leaves into it, said fondly: I clip it in the book, see it as if to see your gentle smile, the future, no matter how far away from you, I will always think of you... Listening to the boy's passionate confession, the girl smiled and embraced the boy, leaning his face against his chest, closed her eyes happily, the boy stroked her gently. The girl smiled and embraced the boy, resting her face on his chest, and closed her eyes in happiness. The boy caressed her hair, and they embraced in silence... The leaves listened to the sweet whispers in the fragrance of the book, and the branches swayed slightly in the wind, celebrating the homecoming of the leaves.
The evening sky, darkening, the light hides the branches and the few remaining leaves with the last glimmer of the setting sun. They are still waiting silently for a chance to see each other.
At this time, a passing middle-aged woman came in a hurry. She was walking through the branches and leaves, accidentally touched her ankle on the roadside stone... Ouch, her face showed a look of pain, couldn't help but sit down on the side of the iron fence, gently rubbing her hand on the painful place, complaining to herself `saying'... A leaf on the branch, under the collision of her swaying body, landed in her feet, blooming its own eye-catching red by the little light. The woman was instantly attracted by this bright color in the dark shadow, and picked it up with a touch of her hand, blowing away its faint dust gently with her mouth, and the leaf stretched itself with warmth, giving back its unique flavor. The woman said in a low voice: I remember, last year when he left, we also saw such a red, also has such a splash of color... Now, the red is still continuing, and he is not around. The corners of the woman's eyes vaguely flow with a trace of tears, she sighed, the leaf in her hands, stood up and left ...
The dry branches to see off the woman's far away, speechless in the late autumn under the blowing Buddha, quietly towering, and the city's lonesome fusion together, the cold iron fence continues to be silent, bear this lonely night scene.
Night over the early morning, when the yellow street lamps, lamps lit. Pedestrians are less and less, the road is only traveling city vehicles, illuminating the branches and only a hanging leaf. It is reluctantly about to fall, lamenting their own unattached landscape, sobbing with the fate of the dust companion.
Suddenly, a car stopped at the side of the road, and an old man and his partner got out and walked over together holding each other's hands, with a mutual demeanor that presented the love of holding each other's hands. They were pulling open the small door of the iron fence in a moment, the old man's partner inadvertently saw, the only red leaves on the branches, said with a smile: old man, I do not realize that we moved here are several decades it. Yes, when we first came here, our children were not married. Now they all have families and we are the only ones left. When we first met in school, we gave each other the first gift, but it is the autumn leaves of this creeper, red leaves, colorful... Now, we are old... The old man said this, with his right hand to pat his old partner's hand, said fondly, old partner ah, although after so many years, in my heart, you are still the first! That beautiful look, did not change at all, time in your face is left the marks of the years ... but I still love your simple heart ah. Between the words, the only leaves on the branch, can not help the wind traction, flotsam-like to fly down... The old man bent down, reached out to catch the leaves, handed to the old man in front of the eyes and said: look, this leaf... The old man did not say anything, a slight smile, and nodded his head, tacit understanding of each other looked at each other... It seems to go back to the days of long ago. days.
Climbing on the iron fence branches, longing for their departure, silent in the late fall with the cold chill, alone in the cold night of loneliness, looking forward to the next year and the leaves of the reunion.
Perhaps the city's sky stretches lonely in the late fall. However, the passing of love is always just a beginning...