The story of a withered autumn leaf

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Autumn has arrived in our city. She didn't arrive alone this time either. She brought her friends with her, the wind and the dark rain clouds. Clouds piled up in the sky and suppressed the sun, and the wind blew into the treetops looking for someone to play with. He found a small yellow leaf and played with it. This small leaf was born in the spring. From his birth he was green and held fast to the branch. He liked to flutter in the warm breeze and sing spring songs together with the birds. He was looking forward to every new day, even that hot summer when the sun from the sky scorched him mercilessly. And then came the gray autumn. His birds flew after the sun and he was left alone. He was lonely and sad. Out of grief, he lost his green color, began to turn yellow and slowly withered. Its other leaves have long since fallen on wet and muddy ground. He wanted to join them, so that he too could become a part of the big colorful carpet. Large raindrops fell on him, and the wind pushed and challenged him. He could no longer tolerate those annoying friends of the fall. He slowly separated from the branch and headed for the ground, but the wind did not allow him to finish his journey. He rocked him, turned and lifted him, and he did not have the strength to oppose him because the wind was strong, and he was weak and too tired. He surrendered and offered no resistance. He hovered in the air for a while, waiting just a moment for the wind to bore the game and leave him alone. That moment finally came and a small yellowed leaf fell to the ground. It was wet and cold, but the list didn't mind. He was happy because his old friends were around him and he no longer felt lonely. He watched passersby pass hurriedly and relentlessly trampled on the leaves wandering on the sidewalks. He listened to it rustle painfully and secretly hoped in himself that maybe some boy or girl would find it, take it home and put it in his scrapbook. How nice it would be if, instead of wet muddy earth, there was dry white paper and verses written by a child under it !? When winter arrives and the first snow falls, the story of the withered autumn leaf will be completely over. If the children don't find it and put it in their scrapbook, it will disappear under the white blanket and quietly go into oblivion. Born in the spring, matured in the summer, fell ill in the fall and disappeared in the winter. One year and one story about a small introduced autumn leaf.

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