痕迹
                                               风呼啸而过
                                               一片叶子摇摇欲坠
                                               对叶子而言
                                               冬天的到来
                                               那是自己生命的终结
                                               叶子凋落了
                                               留下了树对它的思念
                                               叶子最后一次 
                                               抬头仰望曾经生长的枝干 
                                               对自己说
                                               让我记住那翠绿的样子
                                               也许在下一个春季
                                               新生的枝叶上 
                                               也有我存在的痕迹 
                                               只是
                                               不再是原原本本的自己