最后一片叶
它是这颗树上最后一片叶，
朋友们先后离去，
只剩它一人，
独自回忆着夏天暖暖的美好时光。
它倔强的坚持着、期待着，
春天，那一缕希望的光。
时间无情，
任由风雨肆意的吹打世界。
蜗牛和树下的杂草冷冷的看着，
侮辱它的人格，
嘲笑它的不自量力，
但它从不解释。
我问，一切值得吗，
它淡淡的笑了笑，看向远方。
是啊，
你又怎能期待蜗牛和杂草懂得一片叶的追求。
The Last Leaf
It is the last leaf on this tree,
Friends left one after another,
It's the only one left,
Reminiscing about the warm days of summer alone.
It stubbornly persists and looks forward to,
Spring, that ray of hope.
time is relentless,
Let the wind and rain blow the world wantonly.
The snail and the weeds under the tree watched coldly,
insult its dignity,
Laughing at its overreach,
But it never explains.
I ask, is it worth it,
It smiled faintly and looked into the distance.
yes,
How can you expect snails and weeds to understand the pursuit of a leaf.
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