It was a bitterly rainy night.

Everything was silent, only the raindrops fell on the banana leaves, which was heartbreaking to hear. This is probably the heart sound of the universe, it weeps mournfully in the middle of the night!

There was a slow and tight rain outside the window, which was as majestic as the golden drums on the battlefield, scattered like drums beating rapidly, and the drizzle like willows blown by the wind, and only a few buds were wetted. Unplaced yellow chrysanthemum. At this time, I held the broken pen and meditated in front of the light. The shadow of the past trembled gently on the curtain of my heart. I suddenly put down the broken pen, opened the drawer and took out a red book diary, page by page. Pull out a red leaf. This is a red leaf as bright as a rose, and it has been in my diary for two months. In the past, I never dared to look at it in order to avoid it, because it was the child of a soul, and at the same time it was the knot of tragic fate. Who would have thought of a thin red leaf with unsolvable mysteries of life and death woven in it! I am already a captive under the red leaves, but I will never complain about it. I am pitiful among the thousands of falling maple leaves, which carries such an unfortunate fate. I tell you how it came about:

At night, I was reading a book of "Mochou Lake Chronicles", and I was a little tired, so I lay on the sofa and slept. At this time, Bai Ju was on the desk, and the breeze through the window screen was blowing the fragrance of flowers on my face. I sniffed the fragrance of the flowers, I don't know if it was a deep sleep or a slight intoxication! Lazy Yan'er, who seemed to have many memories, flew over the sea of ​​​​heart and excitedly quivered. I am fascinated by the lost childhood dream, which once produced the friendship of Jin Jian Yujie and the iron ambition that cannot be plundered; I can't help but smile when I think of the future that is as light as the sky and the sky! When I opened my eyes and saw the chrysanthemums bowing their heads, I suddenly worried about their fate. It seemed that they had approached the tomb step by step, and the god of death had quietly opened its black wings to greet them there. My heart was full of inexplicable sadness!

It was about ten o'clock at night when the little girl came in and handed me a letter. When I opened it, it was a piece of white paper, and a red leaf fell from it in my hand. "Ah! A red leaf!" I couldn't help shouting out. After being stunned for a long time, I picked it up with trembling hands and looked at it. There were two lines written on it:

The mountains are full of autumn colors and can't be closed

A red leaf sends Acacia

The calm Heart Lake was quietly wrinkled by the night wind, and waves raged like a sea ruled by a gust of wind. I leaned over the desk and thought silently, and immediately a lot of sadness gathered on the peak of my eyebrows. I really did not expect an ordinary acquaintance to have such an irrepressible enthusiasm for me. It's just that I'm sorry for him, I can't bear his red leaves. I couldn't bear it because of my plainness, how I comforted him; because I didn't have a heart for him, how I could bear to deceive him. Even if I don't think about myself, how can I not think about him. As a result, I fell into a burning boredom.

In this dark and gloomy night, the sound of bats passing under the window made me even more tremble! I lifted the window screen and saw the moonlight on the ground, mottled tree shadows lying still on the ground, especially showing the coldness and quietness of the universe. So I put on a jacket, pushed open the door and walked into the courtyard, where a fresh breeze had blown away all the troubles in my heart. After walking aimlessly for a few laps, I sat in the pavilion and watched the moon. The desolate and bright silver light made me feel empty in the world. After sitting for a while, I went back to my room, dipped my pen, and wrote a few words on the back of the red leaves:

The withered flower baskets dare not bear the bright red leave

s.

He still wrapped it in the original white paper, wrote an envelope and sent it back to him. This bud that just opened, I immediately smashed it with my hands. He was deeply saddened by this, but he did not stop because of my refusal. After he died, I went to Lansing to sort out the letters in his box, and suddenly the letter was in front of my eyes again! After opening the red leaves, he and my Moze are still on top, but there is a crack in the middle, and the red leaves have dried up. I saw that it was like a knife in my heart. Although I rejected what he could not bear before his death, after his death, I felt that this red leaf was the symbol of his life. God allow my prayers! I rejected him before I was alive, and I still accept him after his death. Even if Hongye can go and come again, what about him! It will never come back, and there is only this red leaf that has been hated through the ages, still accompanying me unharmed. When I picked it up with trembling hands and sent it to me, I wish to stay in this bright red leaf forever.

It was a bitterly rainy night.

Everything was silent, only the raindrops fell on the banana leaves, which was heartbreaking to hear. This is probably the heart sound of the universe, it weeps mournfully in the middle of the night!

There was a slow and tight rain outside the window, which was as majestic as the golden drums on the battlefield, scattered like drums beating rapidly, and the drizzle like willows blown by the wind, and only a few buds were wetted. Unplaced yellow chrysanthemum. At this time, I held the broken pen and meditated in front of the light. The shadow of the past trembled gently on the curtain of my heart. I suddenly put down the broken pen, opened the drawer and took out a red book diary, page by page. Pull out a red leaf. This is a red leaf as bright as a rose, and it has been in my diary for two months. In the past, I never dared to look at it in order to avoid it, because it was the child of a soul, and at the same time it was the knot of tragic fate. Who would have thought of a thin red leaf with unsolvable mysteries of life and death woven in it! I am already a captive under the red leaves, but I will never complain about it. I am pitiful among the thousands of falling maple leaves, which carries such an unfortunate fate. I tell you how it came about:

At night, I was reading a book of "Mochou Lake Chronicles", and I was a little tired, so I lay on the sofa and slept. At this time, Bai Ju was on the desk, and the breeze through the window screen was blowing the fragrance of flowers on my face. I sniffed the fragrance of the flowers, I don't know if it was a deep sleep or a slight intoxication! Lazy Yan'er, who seemed to have many memories, flew over the sea of ​​​​heart and excitedly quivered. I am fascinated by the lost childhood dream, which once produced the friendship of Jin Jian Yujie and the iron ambition that cannot be plundered; I can't help but smile when I think of the future that is as light as the sky and the sky! When I opened my eyes and saw the chrysanthemums bowing their heads, I suddenly worried about their fate. It seemed that they had approached the tomb step by step, and the god of death had quietly opened its black wings to greet them there. My heart was full of inexplicable sadness!

It was about ten o'clock at night when the little girl came in and handed me a letter. When I opened it, it was a piece of white paper, and a red leaf fell from it in my hand. "Ah! A red leaf!" I couldn't help shouting out. After being stunned for a long time, I picked it up with trembling hands and looked at it. There were two lines written on it:

The mountains are full of autumn colors and can't be closed

A red leaf sends Acacia

The calm Heart Lake was quietly wrinkled by the night wind, and waves raged like a sea ruled by a gust of wind. I leaned over the desk and thought silently, and immediately a lot of sadness gathered on the peak of my eyebrows. I really did not expect an ordinary acquaintance to have such an irrepressible enthusiasm for me. It's just that I'm sorry for him, I can't bear his red leaves. I couldn't bear it because of my plainness, how I comforted him; because I didn't have a heart for him, how I could bear to deceive him. Even if I don't think about myself, how can I not think about him. As a result, I fell into a burning boredom.

In this dark and gloomy night, the sound of bats passing under the window made me even more tremble! I lifted the window screen and saw the moonlight on the ground, mottled tree shadows lying still on the ground, especially showing the coldness and quietness of the universe. So I put on a jacket, pushed open the door and walked into the courtyard, where a fresh breeze had blown away all the troubles in my heart. After walking aimlessly for a few laps, I sat in the pavilion and watched the moon. The desolate and bright silver light made me feel empty in the world. After sitting for a while, I went back to my room, dipped my pen, and wrote a few words on the back of the red leaves:

The withered flower baskets dare not bear the bright red leave

s.

He still wrapped it in the original white paper, wrote an envelope and sent it back to him. This bud that just opened, I immediately smashed it with my hands. He was deeply saddened by this, but he did not stop because of my refusal. After he died, I went to Lansing to sort out the letters in his box, and suddenly the letter was in front of my eyes again! After opening the red leaves, he and my Moze are still on top, but there is a crack in the middle, and the red leaves have dried up. I saw that it was like a knife in my heart. Although I rejected what he could not bear before his death, after his death, I felt that this red leaf was the symbol of his life. God allow my prayers! I rejected him before I was alive, and I still accept him after his death. Even if Hongye can go and come again, what about him! It will never come back, and there is only this red leaf that has been hated through the ages, still accompanying me unharmed. When I picked it up with trembling hands and sent it to me, I wish to stay in this bright red leaf forever.