At that moment, I understood the call of Ye Luo.

Stone step rain, Lan Feihua, bamboo leaves and leaves are deciduous, Su Yanyu teeth, Xiaoxiang scorpion is like. This life, this wind, this life is still the same, Sansheng Shiyao inscribed. A mess of red, irritating the head and hurt. The night is quiet, not sleeping, the wind is soft and the night is returning, the jade is clean and tidy, and the stars are chasing the moon. Unrequited love, inadvertently tears, invites the moon to toast, wandering, and thousands of flavors. --Inscription

As usual, I slowly and quietly took a book and walked under the old banyan tree that was spring all year round. Deeply attracted by the stories in the book.

Suddenly, a little yellowish leaf fell on my book, and this unremarkable leaf upset my thoughts. Smile a little, pick up this unknown little guy. Close the book, close your eyes, raise your head, and open your eyes and stare at the tree.

The sound of the leaves fell in harmony with the sound of the stream of the river, and the ripples of the waves reflected on the thick trunk, which made me unable to look at the leaves.

Hold it and count its fine texture. Maybe it is the first leaf that will make me feel shocked? The tree is an ordinary and great mother, and the leaves are children. They are destined to have this unique life, and they have things that make them proud. Even if they don't have a glamorous appearance, no good works, and no outstanding experience, this is a life, a unique life. The fading of a leaf may mean that a life is silently landing. The short life is over. After the end, the brilliant life ends, but the family and friendship are not over.

I am a child of a remarried family. I am very jealous of others making jokes about my life. I have thought about why others have a perfect family, and I...different parents have set up their own families.

Every day at that time, I will hide in the bed and cry. I want my own mom and dad and my sister. Why not?

Reality has overturned my reverie, and with this sentiment, years have passed and it has grown. I understand a lot of truths, no longer willful, no longer think about it. When others talk about my life, I just smiled, or said, I am no different from you, but I have experienced more, I am proud of it.

We cried, laughed, hated, but did not return, why have you ever thought: Every life is equal, why bother? "Get it, I am fortunate; lost, my life." Just thank you for letting me know so much, don't have to remember, just use a smile to be at ease. We are no different.

Tens of thousands of thoughts returned to the yellow leaves in front of me, laughing out loud. "Sand-" is another piece, no, it is a life falling. I forgot the time, but I understand that "there is no sorrow, no flowers, no flowers, no flowers, no clouds, no clouds, no clouds, no clouds."

At that moment, I understood the sound of Ye Luo.

First Day of Lianbao Middle School, Lianjiang County, Fuzhou, Fujian Province: Wang Fangning