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The cold air arrived as scheduled, and the leaves that had been flaunting for nearly half a year finally fell in the cold wind.

"Hey, buddy," cried a very tall fatong tree on the street, looking down at the "smooth" community and its only wall separated by a wall and whose canopy had just been cut off yesterday, "this time look at you, the commander of the light pole, so quiet." ”

"Today's big cooling, the leaves will fall out quickly, and you will not be able to make a sound in the wind, the rain will not be wet, and it will not be neat and clean." Bald-headed Fa tong said.

"The leaf fall is fast and slow, it doesn't matter, what bothers me is that the sanitation worker, early in the morning, complained about the bottom, felt that there were too many fallen leaves, could not clean up, and had to be criticized by the leadership." Thick-haired sycamore said.

"The autumn wind sweeps away the fallen leaves, and the winter wind blows the cold branches, which is the case for ten thousand years, where there are leaves that do not fall." Bald Sycamore Road.

"Alas, I envy you, no one complains, and my heart is calm." Thick hair said.

"Come on, do you think I'm still called a tree like this, it's a piece of stupid wood poking in the soil?" The bald-headed sycamore looked pained and helpless.

"As a tree, do we also have to understand people, one night the north wind is cold, dead leaves fall all over the garden, and the sanitation workers can't sweep it." Thick hair said.

"People must understand each other, people and trees are the same, China does not have a literary hero name called tree people, indicating that although trees and people are not the same kind, but the fate is closely linked." But the reality is counterproductive, if you care about our trees, even if you don't care a little, you won't be able to see the roots of your neck, and you won't even leave a little of your neck stems. Bald said.

"It is also said that since you planted it, didn't you just let it flourish, the leaves are more and more disgusted, I knew now, why should I start not planting it in the first place?" The thick hair finally began to pity the same clan, and maybe one day its head would be difficult to protect.

"No, the leader is not allowed, too many leaves are fallen, the leader accuses, and finally, I don't know whose idea, click, come to a beheading!" Bald head is extremely sad.

"Too cruel, too cruel!" Thick hair is of the same clan.

"If the sanitation worker complains a few times, you can't stand it, but i can't live until next spring. Baldness relieves itself.

"What is this called, at the beginning you feel that there are few trees, and more leaves affect the appearance of the city, people, how can you call your heart, as he wants." Thick hair shook his head, letting the leaves fall quickly, while thinking, he didn't know what it tasted like.

I don't know whose car is parked under the tree, and the roof of the car is full of dead yellow leaves. The sound in the car is singing: falling leaves, where have they gone, ah, where have the fallen leaves gone, no sadness, no troubles, quietly thrown into the arms of the earth....

"Nonsense!" Thick hair scolded fiercely, raised his head, and his eyes jumped over the city horizon to look into the distance, where there was a faint ripple of greenery.

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