窗前有一棵树,树上有一片嫩叶。我望着它,它也望着我。叶总是微微地摇摆着。我很好奇,闷:“叶,为什么你老是摆动?”“我想飞。”它说。“叶就是叶,永远不可能像鸟一样飞的。”“看着吧。”它纯纯地笑着,不再说话。叶从春天摆到夏天,执著而热烈。我感到惊讶:“为什么?一季的时间你已长大,应该明白了……”“可能吧,”它望着天际,轻轻叹了一口气,“一季的时间使我懂得叶永远都无法像鸟一样飞翔,可我依然无法阻止自己。……有时, There is a tree in front of the window and there is a young leaf on the tree. I looked at it and it looked at me. The leaves are always swaying slightly. I am very curious, stuffy: “Leaves, why do you always swing?” “I want to fly.” It said. “The leaf is the leaf and it can never fly like a bird.” “Look at it.” It smiled innocently and stopped talking. Leaves from spring to summer, persistent and enthusiastic. I was surprised: “Why? You have grown up in a season, you should understand...” “Maybe,” it looked at the sky and sighed softly. "A season of time made me understand that the leaves would never be like Flying like a bird, but I still can’t stop myself.... Sometimes,