<p class="ql-block">温暖的四月晨光下，一片金黄的落叶在墨尔本的轻风中缓缓旋转。它的飘落，不仅是季节悄然更替的回声，更像是时间与生命的低语。在这个秋意渐浓的时节，请跟随徐志摩《落叶》中的诗句节奏，让金黄的落叶和嫩绿的新芽在朗读声中共舞，感受生命轮回的诗意。🍂🍂🍂🍂🍂</p> <p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><br></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;">🎙️朗读者：Sandy Zhang</p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;">📽️摄影：摄绘主义</p> <p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;">《落叶》</p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;">——作者：徐志摩</p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block">我又再次见到了那飘散着的一片片落叶。</p><p class="ql-block">见到落叶并不稀奇，但是这是在春天，四月的春天！春天见得最多的应是傲然怒放的鲜花和春风得意的杨柳，而不是这像蝴蝶一般在空中翩翩起舞，萦绕的落叶。我看着地上的落叶，有三种不同的颜色：翡翠般绿的，金子般黄的，火一般红的，真可以说是色彩繁多了。</p><p class="ql-block">今年似乎与往年不同，春天的落叶特别多，几乎在每一棵树旁，都会有一片片落叶静静地躺在那儿等着清洁工人来打扫。</p><p class="ql-block">有些地方的叶子更多。我家附近的一个公园里，成堆的落叶铺散在石路上，没有什么人来打扫这里。一次，我放学来到这里，踩着已经没有水分的落叶，发出簌簌的响声，好像叶子碎了。但细心一点就会发现，这里的落叶竟一片也没有碎裂。</p><p class="ql-block">落叶有很多种，按季节，可以分为春夏秋冬四个季节的叶子；按树木，可以分为梨树叶、桃树叶、樟树叶等形态各异的叶子；按颜色，可以分为红、绿、黄三种颜色。</p><p class="ql-block">谁都知道，落叶是秋的使者，在秋天，会有许许多多的落叶像仙女一样飘落下来，但在春天，也会有许多落叶的。其实，每一个季节都会有落叶的包括在寒风凛冽的冬天，四季常青的樟树也会有落叶。</p> <p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;">📸摄影：摄绘主义</p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;">⛳️墨尔本Fitzroy Garden</p> <p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><br></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;">🎙️英文朗读：Sandy Zhang</p> <p class="ql-block">Fallen Leaves</p><p class="ql-block">— by Xu Zhimo</p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block">I saw them again—those drifting, scattered leaves.</p><p class="ql-block">Seeing leaves fall isn’t unusual, but this is spring—April’s spring!</p><p class="ql-block">In this season, we expect blossoms in full bloom, willows swaying in the breeze,</p><p class="ql-block">not leaves swirling through the air like butterflies, lingering, dancing, and then settling softly.</p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block">I looked down at the ones already resting on the ground—</p><p class="ql-block">some jade green, some golden like sunlight, others a fiery red.</p><p class="ql-block">Such a vivid mix of colors.</p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block">This year feels different from the past.</p><p class="ql-block">There seem to be more leaves falling in spring than usual.</p><p class="ql-block">Almost every tree is surrounded by them,</p><p class="ql-block">quietly lying in wait, until the street cleaners sweep them away.</p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block">Some spots are even more thickly covered.</p><p class="ql-block">In a park near my home, heaps of them lie scattered across the stone paths.</p><p class="ql-block">No one seems to clean this area.</p><p class="ql-block">One day after school, I walked there,</p><p class="ql-block">and as I stepped on the dry leaves, they rustled softly,</p><p class="ql-block">as if they were breaking apart—</p><p class="ql-block">but on closer look, not a single one had crumbled.</p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block">There are many kinds of leaves.</p><p class="ql-block">By season: spring, summer, autumn, and winter.</p><p class="ql-block">By tree: pear, peach, camphor—each with its own shape and texture.</p><p class="ql-block">By color: red, green, and yellow.</p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block">Everyone knows that leaves are symbols of autumn.</p><p class="ql-block">In that season, they drift down like fairies returning to earth.</p><p class="ql-block">But they also fall in spring.</p><p class="ql-block">In truth, every season has its share.</p><p class="ql-block">Even in winter’s coldest days, the evergreen camphor quietly lets some go.</p>