A short ginkgo poem

The short ginkgo poem is as follows:

1, "Ginkgo biloba" comes and goes in a hurry in autumn. Ginkgo leaves golden marks, dancing branches and leaves and faded memories. Reminds me of those people and things again. Ye He, a group of songs, don't sigh so helplessly. Life should be a trace of no regrets.

2. "Ginkgo Tree" makes you fall in love with the wandering autumn wind, makes your leaves water the white clouds, and makes you cut the sky of wild pigeons. Ginkgo tree, actually, I want to say more than that. October is a nodule, or it is just a moving train. It saved so many memories that I would rather believe that you have been running with a sobbing river, indulging your shadow in the riverbed of fate and turning birdsong into golden practice.

3. "Ginkgo biloba in autumn" Ginkgo biloba is the most easygoing tree. When you enter the autumn country, first discuss with the wind how to do as the Romans do. The wind told him that autumn likes people to call him "Golden Autumn". Thinking of ginkgo tree in my heart, I soon turned myself into a golden tree.

In the spring of March, the flowers are in full bloom, and the ginkgo trees are not inferior. It is quietly covered with a layer of green yarn. Its beautiful leaves, like a small fan with a plum blossom handle, are green and yellow. The drizzle fell on the leaves, making a rustling sound, just like a wonderful symphony echoing over the community. At this time, I always like to stand under the tree and listen to this wonderful sound quietly.