The maple(槭树) leaf blew in front of him. It was
bright red with well-defined(明确定义) veins(静脉).
The sun-light shone through it giving it a brilliance
never before seen by a little boy's eyes.
"Where do you think we are going?" Tommy asked the leaf.
"Does it matter?" the leaf replied. "Have fun. Life is short."
"I beg to differ," an older leaf said suddenly coming
beside them. "The journey may be short, but the end is the beginning."
Tommy pondered this the best a leaf could ponder.
"Where do we end up?"
"If the wind blows you in that direction," the old leaf said,
"you will end up in the city dump."
"I don't want that," Tommy said.
"If you are blown in that direction, you will fly high
into the air and see things that no leaf has seen before."
"Follow me to the city dump," the maple leaf said.
"Most of my friends are there."
The wind blew Tommy and the maple leaf along.
Tommy thought of his choices. He wanted to continue to play.
"Okay," Tommy said, "I will go with you to the dump."
The winds shifted and Tommy and the leaf
were blown in the direction of the city dump.
to be continue.........
notes:i have never read finish
so do no how to write
haha..........
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