1, standing in the winter scenery with ginkgo trees:
Text/Brave Moon Curse: The bustling ginkgo trees were blown away by the wind overnight. The people who enjoyed the splendor with it a few days ago have disappeared. Only I and it stood in the winter scenery, facing the hunting north wind, frozen hands, can't afford the golden dream. Wandering yellow leaves, please come to me. We are warm to each other and have a new life in peace.
2. Observation of Ginkgo biloba:
Text/Poet Zhang Ake: After the first frost, a ginkgo tree is a slim and shy girl. When the wind blew, the yellow feather fan scattered all over the floor. Festivals are like millstones pushed by people. In midsummer, this shy girl still holds a handful of thick green umbrellas. The previous spring, she carefully took them out of her body.
These fallen leaves don't feel lonely. They got together and whispered to each other intimately. When the wind blows, they are still dancing happily in the sky. After a few days, the leaves stranded on the tree will be completely recovered by the earth, leaving only a few uneven dead branches. These fallen leaves and once stopped branches suddenly became strangers to each other. As if falling into the running water, as if I had never been here this time.
3, looking for escape from the sun:
Text/Sister Li: Warmth is everywhere. The territory in winter is hidden in yellow. Sunshine is like a needle, inserted in the cracked ground, filled with the notes of sunshine. Mist, layer by layer embedded in my wedding dress. There are few pedestrians on the street, and the ginkgo leaves on the street fall straight down, splashing the faint scent of winter fragrance.
A window slammed shut, and the sound was broken, like glass, broken in the street and spread far away. The sunshine has gone, and we seem out of reach. There is no need to make a sound in winter. Going down all the time in winter, like a grain of dust, can suddenly fall under Ginkgo biloba leaves. Ginkgo biloba leaves are aloof, and the journey of Ginkgo biloba leaves is a long journey.
From winter to spring, it's like opening a page of a book. Long sentences retreat and short sentences come as scheduled. I want to travel with ginkgo biloba, I want to find escape sunshine, I want to find distant sunshine, I want to put a pot of spirits in my bag and give ginkgo biloba a red kiss full of spring.