Phoenix Avenue was cut into two sections by the winter wind
A period of pink, has become a past that cannot be looked back
A piece of gold, like a galloping golden armor
Play the last glory of the year
All shots since autumn
Both face the western section of Phoenix Avenue
In the golden light of a tree
A long-lost voice suddenly burst in
Pull me into the world of fallen leaves
This is an old man who is persuading traffic
Déjà vu but not seen in years
It has been mottled by the years as a metaphor for winter
We stand together
Sima Fu intersection in the evening peak of November 19, 2021
He waited for work in a yellow robe
I was thinly dressed and waited for the wind to come
Over the years, there have always been people who don't follow the traffic directions
Not like the ginkgo trees that go all the way west
Green when green, yellow when yellow
Green is brilliant green
Yellow is yellow and strong
Who owes ginkgo a piece of blue sky
A month ago
Someone asked me about ginkgo biloba in the ancient city of Linqiao
Where to start yellowing this year
At that time, I was still obsessed with the past
No questions asked about spring and autumn
Wait until I get out of the door of memory
The nearest Green Shade Street is already full of yellow leaves
Sanitation workers are waving sharp brooms
Pack the golden leaves one by one and transport them away
Let the memory not know the west and the east
I want to grab a few trees of last splendor
But the Chuanxi Plain was found
Owed a blue sky to Ginkgo
Only the winter wind will chill itself
Ginkgo biloba falls by itself
November 20, 2021