In the morning, the leaves of the ginkgo biloba are still yellow-green and gold-encrusted, and in the afternoon, the trees are full of gold. I just want to say from the heart that it is a tree of joy.
The sun sprinkled all over the body of the ginkgo biloba, shining brightly. Somehow, it is reminiscent of a brass bell hanging from the cornice of an ancient building. Even, the clanging sound of the light wind will be heard in the ears. Even if the golden yellow of the tree is in front of you, it will make you unconsciously want to climb up high, look into the distance, and look at the place where your heart is thinking.
The first time I met Ginkgo was in the book. The book says that Ginkgo biloba is a rare tree species left over from the Mesozoic Era, an ancient tree species left over from the Ice Age, known as "Gongsun Tree" and "Living Fossil", which is a specialty of China, and is a plant of the Ginkgo family and the genus Ginkgo biloba. This means that it has no close relatives, let alone distant houses, and it is precious.
When I first saw ginkgo biloba, it was the two rows of small ginkgo biloba transplanted on campus. I saw the real body and liked it very much. Loved its posture, straight up. Loved its shape, like a half-folded oil-paper umbrella full of stories. Loved its leaves, like a lady's silk fan, with little poems written in three words, left on a pavilion chair. What I like more is that it is dignified, delicate and noble. Now that I think about it, the liking for it at that time was the kind of ingenuity that stayed in the smoke and rain of Jiangnan, but at that time, I had never been to Jiangnan.
Later, it was in a ginkgo forest, drunk and admiring autumn yellow.
The old trees of the ancient temple, the golden yellow that falls slowly and quietly write the history of the ancient trees and the longevity of the Zen temple. Every curve, every piece of gold, is written with the calmness that can be seen and the joy of rushing to a feast of life.
Listen carefully and you will hear the faint sound of the leaves falling and the soft sounds of touching other leaves. It's like whispering, like a conversation, like a joyful feast of life. The sound was that they were singing, the words they said before the parting party. At that time, I thought that the reason why these ginkgo bilobas became "living fossils" was probably because they were so comfortable and calm when Xiao Xiao fell into the wood.
If you like ginkgo, you like it all. Like to be under the tree and listen to its whispers of spring; like to be under the tree and listen to it pluck the strings in the summer rain; prefer to be under the tree and listen to it sing the whispers of autumn. Every season has a story; every season has a quiet, straight-forward proverb.
In the distance, there is another piece of ginkgo biloba leaf, singing the old tune of eternity, falling with the wind. It may fall under the tree, or it may fall far away, and for it, there is only joy and happiness.
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