太沉重了，轻松一下吧；或者，感伤一下吧，因为是秋天。

这首诗让我想起席慕荣的那棵“开花的树”。

Branches  

By Brian Webster 

I am withering.

I am a tree with many branches,

with fewer and fewer leaves on those branchlets each time you pass.

Soon you'll come down this road,

chill winds snatching and pulling at you,

and you'll behold a naked oak,

its ragged spires clawing at a big white sky.

I'll be gone.

A few brief chapters yet remain between us.

Then this world will disappear behind the sun,

forgetting us before it comes back around.

Will you still remember me, come Spring?

You know me.

I'll hold on quietly,

like a fading portrait holds a ghost.

Our paths, erased by time, won't cross anymore.

You won't hear my voice again.

But I won't let go.

I never do.

We couldn't keep what we had,

but I'll keep you.

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一棵开花的树

如何让你遇见我
在我最美丽的时刻

为这
我已在佛前求了五百年
求佛让我们结一段尘缘
佛於是把我化做一棵树
长在你必经的路旁

阳光下
慎重地开满了花
朵朵都是我前世的盼望

当你走近
请你细听
那颤抖的叶
是我等待的热情

而当你终於无视地走过
在你身後落了一地的
朋友啊
那不是花瓣
那是我凋零的心