Modern poems about ginkgo trees are the easiest to understand.

Millennium Ginkgo

Never seen you before.

however

I can imagine you.

hardwood

Umbrella canopy

After a thousand years of wind blowing

Drink up the Millennium rain.

The sea becomes a mulberry field, and the mulberry field becomes the sea.

But it's a little overflowing.

Tasteless pride

Hide in the mountains

Tender feelings in the years

The mountain wind roared by from time to time.

Knock at the door from time to time

Window lattice of memory

Quiet and peaceful rhythm

dulcet

But there's a hint.

An imperceptible injury

fan blade

It has been air-dried for some time.

take me to

Complex pain

Bookmarks of the years

Slowly open the curtain

Sector memory

purely

But how many?

Bad mark

This is another song:

When I get up early.

A little boy leaning against the fence

Sparrows twittered happily around the tree.

I don't know what this picture is

The leading sparrow fluttered from the top of the tree.

When the birds leave together.

I just found out

Yesterday's apricot tree

Ye Er is turning yellow.

Because there are no apricots on the tree.

A string of orange fruits.

She is just a tree.

Not in a neat row.

So I know she is not the one I have seen.

Miss Xinger.

Through the window that day

Suddenly I found that both sides of Bayi Road became neat and spacious.

They disappeared.

I was shocked-

Where is my Xinger?

She used to wear a fashionable plump green dress.

She used to open her long, soft arms.

She used to laugh happily.

She used to stand on tiptoe.

Give me an oval fruit.

But where is she now?

The apricot tree in front of us is yellow.

There is also a leaf.

I wonder if it's a bird's flying shock.

I still don't like the cheerfulness of birds.

Or the loneliness of the poor little boy

Unexpectedly, I fell behind.