Season in my heart

When I walk in the garden, and see many little new light green leaves on the top of the trees and bushes. It’s like the new beginning of life, and it makes me fresh and cheerful. However, it doesn’t impress me anymore whereas the season which fascinates me is the winter because it’s the representative of loneliness, peace and beautiful. I like to lie down on the mat in the garden. I look at the trees, and see many red, yellow, orange, green, and brown leaves are full the trees, it’s so colorful. Then, when the wind blows, every leaves move. Some move fast, and some move slowly. Nevertheless, some of it falls off from the trees, but it’s still float in the air as long as the wind blow. It floats highly and highly at a moment, and it fall down and down till it leis on the ground gently because there is no wind. In addition, I am sometimes depressed because I think, someday after I went to the top of my life, I must fall down and down as the leaves which drop to the ground without any wind handle it.