The breeze blows in autumn, the pedestrians on the road are in a hurry, the fallen leaves fall slowly, and a gust of wind rolls up the dust.

A woman in the corner looked at the baby in swaddling clothes, "The child is not the mother who doesn't want you, it's the mother who really can't want you, the mother begs you not to blame the mother, and the mother will repay you in the next life",

The tears in the corners of his eyes were just a little bitter, and the baby angel was falling asleep

The woman gently took a chain from her neck and put it in the child's pocket, stood up gently, and left in a hurry, before leaving, she looked back deeply, but only a look, put on sunglasses, and calmly left, as if a stone fell into the water, there will always be waves, but still return to the original, as if nothing had happened

The yellow leaves lay irregularly beside the children, the bricks and asphalt were blushing, mercilessly keeping them out of the dirt, and the fallen leaves were like homeless children, letting the wind blow them from East Street to West Street and fall quietly.

The woman who had just returned from the garden and her husband had just come out of the military vehicle, and the bloated bags under their eyes must have been washed away by tears countless times, although they had reached the age of happiness but experienced the most vicissitudes of life

Just as I was turning the corner to go home, I suddenly heard a crisp baby cry

Looking closely, there was a red-faced child in the lace of the fallen leaves, and the woman hurriedly held the child in her arms, and complained: "Whoever puts the child here on such a cold day, the little face is red from the cold"

The autumn wind is bleak, rolling up the yellow leaves on the branches, like a group of beautiful dead leaf butterflies dancing, The large patches of withered yellow are tossed up and down in the wind, like rain Some of the leaves have become dark orange, Some are only yellow, Some are still half green and half yellow life posture, Looking at the dead leaves that were still standing on the branches yesterday falling one after another, Spread a thick layer on the ground, the child is lying on the cold ground, delicate and distressing.

Three days later, Officer Zhang politely said: Professor Nangong, Teacher Liu, we have tried our best to find the traces of the child's parents, but the investigation is still fruitless, the child can not stay in the bureau all the time, otherwise you can take it back to raise, the organization has been discussed, it is allowed for your family, if you don't like this child, we can also send her to the orphanage through the formalities, we are deeply saddened by the matter of the second lieutenant of Nangong, I hope that the two of you can raise this child, let this child follow you, and I can accompany you well in the future

Nangong Qinglin turned to look at his wife, his son had just passed away for a week, but his lover had become a dead willow tree, maybe this child was a surprise brought by God, "Madam, let's take this child back, will this be the good luck that our son brings us", Liu Yuan looked at the quiet little baby in his arms, "I wondered if I had just lost a son, so God sent her a grandson", since this is the meaning of God, I gladly accept it, maybe this is the arrangement of fate!

Listening to the sound of the wind blowing the leaves outside the window, the dead leaves swirled and fell.

Like butterflies, circling and flying; Like bubbles, fluttering in the air; Like a topaz, dripping down

A leaf has only one life, and when autumn comes, it falls from the tree, and it ends its life, because with them, she is no longer a lonely fallen leaf.