冬日的风带着从阳光身上获取的气流,不紧不慢地摘下一片片枯叶,我才意识到,它们已成熟,老去,即将化为一抔黄土。而这时,成熟的遐思缓缓现于我的脑海。我已经十六岁了,心里对成熟的渴望与日俱增,却从不敢说我是成熟的。成熟不是外表的浓妆艳抹,而是心灵的多彩厚重。在我的脑海中,总是有一个人,她衣着朴 Winter wind with the air from the body get the sunshine, unhurriedly took off a piece of dead leaves, I realized that they are mature, old, about to turn into a loess. At this time, the mature reveries slowly come to my mind. I am sixteen years old, my heart is growing with the thirst for maturity, but I never dare to say that I am mature. Maturity is not the appearance of make-up, but the colorful and generous heart. There is always someone in my head, she’s dressed up