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Ginkgo Guo Moruo

Ginkgo, I miss you. I don’t know why you are called Gongsun tree. But most people call you Ginkgo, which is easy to understand. I know that your characteristics do not lie solely in the fact that you have a fruit that is similar to an apricot. The skin of the stone is as pure white as silver and the kernel is rich in nutrients. Needless to say, this is enough to be your characteristics. But most people don’t know that you are the most ancient advanced among flowering plants, that your pollen and ovules have animal-like properties, and that you are a rare treasure that has been completely preserved by human power. You can no longer exist in nature, but you still stand upright and sing the triumphal song of victory in the world. You, the saint of the East, you, this living monument of Chinese humanity, are unique to China, and most people don’t seem to know it. I have been to Japan, and you are also in Japan, but you are obviously an overseas Chinese in Japan. You have been living in Japan for about as long as Chinese culture has been living in Japan. You really should be called the national tree of China. I like you, I like you very much. But it’s not because you are a specialty of China that I particularly like you. It’s because you are beautiful, true and kind. How upright your trunk is, how vigorous your branches are, how green, how crystal-clear and how exquisite your fan-shaped leaves are! In the summer, you put on towering hats for many temples. You have provided a cool canopy for so many hardworking people. Although the phoenix tree has your uprightness, it does not have your firmness; although the poplar tree has your verdure, it does not have your solemnity. The wind will charm you, and the birds will come to sing for you every now and then; hundreds of gods - if there are hundreds of gods, I believe they will gather at your feet whenever the bright moon shines. Come autumn, when the butterflies have died, your green leaves will turn golden, and butterflies will fly out of the garden again. Aren't you an ingenious magician? But you don't have the aura of being a charlatan at all. When you are free from everything and your tall branches are standing in space, you do not shy away from the cold wind, frost and snow. It's so rugged yet free and easy. I'm afraid there has never been an eminent monk like you since the beginning of Buddhism. You don't have the slightest attitude of being complacent, but you are not arrogant either; your virtues are as pervasive as music, but you are not proud either; your name seems to be "transcendence", and you care deeply about all vegetation. Above, above everything else, but you are not reclusive. Your fruits can nourish people, your wood is not a solid tool, and your fallen leaves are also excellent fuel for fire. But I am really a little strange: the strange thing is that everyone in China seems to have forgotten you, and It has been forgotten for a long time, as if from ancient times. I can't find your name in Chinese classics. I rarely see Chinese poets praising your poems, and I rarely see Chinese painters describing your paintings. What is going on? You are an eternal witness that has been with Chinese culture forever. Don’t you think it’s strange? Ginkgo, the Chinese people have forgotten you. Although everyone is eating your ginkgo, they all like it. I eat your ginkgo, but I really forget you. There are people in the world who don’t know how to distinguish rice from rice, but there has never been such a common and long-lasting example of forgetting you. Really, isn’t Pingdu the most kind place? But I rarely see your shadow; why are the streets full of acacias and the gardens full of yogi trees? How I miss you, Ginkgo! I hope you don’t Forget China. This matter is a bit dangerous. I'm afraid that if you are unhappy, you will hide from the ground in China. Your joyful songs praising life will never be heard in China’s airspace. Ginkgo, I really hope that just because they can eat more of your ginkgo, the Chinese will one day love you more. Appreciation: I feel that the author is not just writing about ginkgo. The beautiful tree is representative of China, and the Chinese people. The author said that it is ancient, beautiful, true and good, which is exactly praising our motherland for its long history, beauty, truth and kindness. Then the article writes about the vigorous, upright, upright, strong, solemn, rugged, free and easy nature of ginkgo... Isn't it also the integrity, strength and unyieldingness that a Chinese should have? However, the author wrote "I miss you" at the beginning, which means that Ginkgo is disappearing from people's memories and thoughts little by little. Not only the ginkgo, but also the integrity and strength of the Chinese people that it conveys, and all the virtues that have been passed down for thousands of years are also disappearing and dying.

In the article, the "acacias all over the streets", "yokari trees in the courtyard", and "overseas Chinese in Japan" are all satires and criticisms of those who blindly follow foreigners, worship Japan, and become traitor lackeys. Their forgetfulness of origin is just like forgetting beauty. And the ancient ginkgo is as favored as the acacia. "Although everyone is eating your ginkgo and likes to eat your ginkgo, they have indeed forgotten you." This sentence once again satirizes those traitors. As a Chinese, he has been nurtured and nourished by China, but he has forgotten himself. They are descendants of Yan and Huang!