秋晨漫步花园，微风吹拂着我的头发，我渐渐止步，呆呆地久仰着我的三棵雄伟壮观的百年橡树。脚踏金色的地毯，凝视着迎风如雨飘下的落叶，我似随风而飘，不禁热泪涌出，因为我也是其中的一片树叶。
A light morning autumn wind blew through my hair, my steps were slowly blocked and I gazed so long at the falling leaves from my three majestic and overwhelmed 120 year old oak trees in my garden. The leaves were falling on me and on the ground. I was standing on a gold colored carpet and lost in the wind around the leaves. I began to cry, because I'm also one of those leaves.
Zhang-Wilhelm
