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OneLooking at the dead leaves in the autumn cold that fell with the wind and their gray heads and dirty faces, I couldn't help but feel sad. The so-called spring and autumn fruits are just a rapid and rapid sadness, what kind of strength can resist the vicissitudes? What kind of perseverance can make people not confused?
TwoAt noon, opposite my parents' residence, I saw the ginkgo tree in the green belt, which was still thin and weak a few years ago, but now it has stood tall and tall, and it has become a unique landscape.
No one notices that it is silent all year round, and it has been growing and accumulating silently in the four seasons, but it has not fallen into mediocrity in silence.
The leaves under the tree are golden, and a gust of wind passes by, and the leaves fly like colorful butterflies. Looking up, full of brilliant branches, yellow and clear, transparent and bright, as if the ripe fruit is full of joy, and like a warm flower with its own liveliness, a tree with its own sunshine of ginkgo leaves scorching, at this moment of withering, there is no trace of farewell and withering sorrow, my heart is inexplicably touched!
Also in the face of decay, the ginkgo biloba leaf pieces are dazzling, and the autumn wind is interpreted magnificently by it, and every drift is frozen into a far-reaching leisurely; Thousands of exquisite small fans open and dance to depict the precious last time of life, where the years are withering, and it is clear that the seasons are blooming and burning.
Pieces of fallen leaves are selected and cut by the autumn wind, large and small, deep and shallow, to decorate the most gorgeous face for the earth, and to write the most brilliant and colorful poems for the years; Thousands of wings swirl and soar in the wind, all things come back to life, thousands of lives sing praises in the branches, the melody is silent, but it lasts forever.
Life is always full of years! A grand farewell, beyond the hustle and bustle of the world, every sincerity in life is not slackening, every effort is not lazy, the wind and rain are afraid, I am afraid that I will not come again!
ThreeGo to Bao'en Temple in Shou County to see the ginkgo tree, in the small courtyard, opposite the growth of two thousand-year-old ginkgo trees, one with complex leaves, covering the sky and the sun, dazzling and brilliant, occupying the prosperity. But another plant less than ten meters away grew opposite, but the branches were withering, the branches were circling, looking at the blue sky outside the eaves in the air, in a daze, and the thick torso was silent, standing in the wind and watching coldly.
People can't help but lament the difference between the two trees, and turn their eyes of appreciation and admiration to the one with the compound leaves, but unconsciously ignore or even glance at the opposite one with regret and disgust.
But they do not know that they are two plants that are independent of each other but achieve each other. Ginkgo biloba trees are hermaphroditic, each vigorous growth, gorgeous bloom of ginkgo trees, are silently growing another heterosexual partner, the real ginkgo blossoms, is blue-white, most of them bloom at the second season, that is, open and fall, ginkgo biloba is known as the most persistent and firm flower in the world.
FourBending down to pick it up, one piece, two pieces, three pieces..., soon a cluster of ginkgo leaves, between my fingers, opened one rose after another - orange and yellow warm, moving and cheerful, glowing with the shallow smile of time overlap, trance and stagnation of time, spring youth, summer prosperity, autumn color, are intoxicating and unable to extricate themselves, piece by piece, bearing the wind and rain, a petal, inscribed with thoughts, there are songs, there are tear marks, such as Zhu Yan Qingqing, like the figure of Yuanyuan, those beautiful eyebrows, with the delicacy of a flower, The smell of a ray of sunshine speaks to all the good encounters.
Parting, not all is pain, like a ginkgo leaf falling, every beautiful encounter, will be in the memory of life for a long time, such as the "ginkgo flower" placed on my desk, not all encounters will be hurriedly empty.
May you have all seasons like spring and be safe and sound!
About the author: Kiss the rain, formerly known as Zhang Hui, a native of Huainan, Anhui, is a senior middle school teacher. He loves literature, likes to read classics with his heart, likes to perceive life with his heart, and has cherished a literary dream since he was a child, and he has not been confused to chase dreams for more than a long time.
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