Passers-by sighed: The autumn wind rolled the leaves and rolled them to the top of the palace - the glory of leaves on top of the palace! Rolled into a stinky ditch - the stink of leaves down the ditch forever! Leaves also have to obey the destiny!
The leaf says: The top of the palace and the stinking ditch are no different to me, they are my temporary habitat. If there is a difference, it is only the difference of people's definition that arises...
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