Ginkgo biloba (common name white fruit),
The day before yesterday, I went back to my hometown to see if the ginkgo biloba I planted by my own hands thirty years ago had borne fruit.
Get off the bus from the city, walk home with your wife, all along the way only see wheat apricot yellow, harvest in sight, spring corn drought, people are watering to protect seedlings!
Half an hour's walk, to the hometown, the two ginkgo trees in front of the door, lush branches, crossed each other, like lovers and hug side by side, is so intimate, but also so calm! ‘`
Standing under the tree, looking carefully to see if it was the result, the wife screamed and followed her gesture, ah! A grain of green fruit hanging all over the branches, emerald green, like a string of green beads, crystal lovely!
Ginkgo! The auspicious tree, happy to give birth to a noble son, heralds good luck coming!
Good luck and prosperity!
