Way, it seems that no one walking for a long period of time, covered with an almost withered and yellow leaves. Tread upon them to issue Cha Cha's voice. A gust of wind blowing, like off a group of ambush, suddenly leaps to hit me; also seems to be a bunch of cheerful children, arguing with the shouting, Hua Lala's went to my feet, a testament to their joy. Interesting to say, when they actually stopped to allow me to note that they like. Cha Cha foot has issued a cracking sound, my legs felt dead leaves their rupture.
Street trees can be described as the sky-line. Looking forward to bare twig, a slight wind, the proud in the display. I felt toward the Autumn of the wilderness of their cries: Come on winter! I am ready. I looked at the thick solemn Qi Jing. Yes ah, the tree counting from the seedlings have to be exciting for several decades to become useful bar. Chuang-tzu's theory of Bucheng Cai is with the people's desire to divergence of the.
Open made me lonely and I are here, trees are life. Suddenly, at the foot of Cha Cha a cracking voice again makes me feel dead leaves their rupture. Oh, mid-back rounds, labor after one year into the soil they are also attributable to, and when people praise the tall, Who notes when them?
A gust of wind blowing, they are also like a lively bunch of children arguing with the shouting, Hua Lala's went to my feet ... ...
秋色的远郊是清的原野，一切都归于平静了。往日的碧野喧嚣的画面没有了，取而代之的是光秃的一片，只有道路的两旁还伫着稀落的，是杨树吧，我猜测。
路，好像是很长一段时间无人走动，铺满了近乎枯黄的落叶。踩在它们身上发出嚓嚓的声音。一阵风吹过，像是掀起了一群伏兵，突然跃起，向我袭来；又似乎是欢快的一帮孩子，吵着喊着，哗啦啦的跑到了我的脚前，诉说着它们的欢乐。说也有意思，这时它们居然停了下来，让我去注意它们似的。脚下又发出嚓嚓嚓的声响，我的脚感到了枯叶们的破裂。
路旁的大树可谓直插云霄。仰望着光秃的枝杈，微微随风，在显示着高傲。我感到了它们向着秋色的原野的呐喊：来吧寒冬！我准备好了。望着这粗大我肃穆起敬。是啊，树从幼苗算起也得几十年的光景才能成材吧。庄子的不成材理论实在是与人们的愿望背驰的。
空旷使我寂寞，大树们和我是这里的生命。蓦然，脚下嚓嚓嚓的声音又使我感到枯叶们的破裂。哦，年年回轮，劳作一年后它们又归于化为泥土了，当人们赞美着高大时谁还注意到他们呢？
一阵风吹来，它们又像是欢快的一群孩子，吵着喊着，哗啦啦的跑到了我的脚前……