There are only a few ginkgo tree essays in the world.

Mom, come and see! The young trees are sprouting! She ran to my side happily, her face was full of gentle joy, just like a really sensible little adult. After a pleasant trip, we will have another blooming March.

In front of the house is the whole green belt of the community. There are four distinct seasons in winter and green grass in spring. Further on is a red brick sidewalk. Every day, time passes like running water.

Every year in early spring, when the weather is warm, several ginkgo trees will scramble to fill their green buds, so that when the garden is full of spring, their lives will branch to the garden.

The spring rain moistens things silently. There is always a strong one, with completely opened leaves, but pitifully petite. Some coins as small as fifty cents are exquisite and green, shaped like a small fan, a little shy and a little warm; It is also like a thin green petal, tightly attached to the branches, like a young child, attached to and stubbornly growing his immature body.

On weekdays, I like watching Legend of Nature on TV. I like the endless exploration power brought by the birth of life. Everything is the vast spirit endowed by the earth, and life is a strange and exquisite journey on the earth. Joy is self-relaxation, and hobby is self-treatment.

At noon, the time is quiet, and it is also the warmest time of a spring day. Take a rest and look out of the window, you will feel particularly relaxed and happy. How long has it been since you paid attention to things outside your life? In the blooming season, the existence of several ginkgo trees is unremarkable, but it must have its own life passers-by.

Accidentally meeting a tree is a thin fate after all. Only by boiling an ordinary into joy can we smell a different fragrance in our hearts.

In the kindness of time, she bounced and grew up. Accustomed to watching, I often open the window to let fresh air in. She will stand on a small stool, learn to imitate, open the window and look out the window or at some ginkgo trees. I don't know if she can understand the scenery in front of her, at least she said: spring is coming, it's beautiful!

Flowers bloom and fall, and water flows forever. I often feel sorry for someone or someone who is deeply involved in life.

In the second year of living in this house, these ginkgo trees existed. It's almost five years now. Every year, spring comes to sprout, summer comes to shade, Qiu Lai turns yellow, and winter comes to autumn ... Someone once said: If you love someone, you will fall in love with a city. Emotion is a leisurely walk on the other side, and it is also the ups and downs of the floating world.

The elutriation of the years is impermanent and heavy. A city is a legacy of history and a cloud of people's past. Noise during the day, lights at night. The journey was full of twists and turns, just to find a place to live. Settle down and comfort the wandering in my heart. Everyone will do this, and they will chase after it desperately.

Yes, from beginning of spring, it is the same time as "flowers" brought by "flowers". There is no care about openness, only charm and wanton splendor. Including all seasons. But in recent years, several ginkgo trees stand in front of my eyes every day, which is far from the most beautiful scenery in my heart. At least, it is also a scenery in my heart, unusual and kind.

Wang Weiyou has a poem saying: Ginkgo seeds are beams and citronella is knots. I don't know, it's raining on the earth. A dead poet, as if standing under a ginkgo tree again, selflessly praised the vitality and significance of the tree and its unique character. ...

The vitality of ginkgo trees is tough. There are many dry days in the north. Some plants will wither for lack of water, and workers will replant them. These ginkgo trees resolutely survived in the driest time, not a few. This should be a primitive experience and a stubborn life. Just a quiet corner, you can live quietly.

Because of the long-term drought, several ginkgo trees are not very strong as a whole, and even one tree just shows a weak bud. The tree is still slim, only tall, and it is almost past the window on the second floor. Is the management of managers not in place? Or the primitive inertial growth of trees? I can't figure it out.

In nearly two months, the ginkgo leaves will be full. The wind in May is exceptionally bright. Look at the shallow connection of each gap, reflected thinly on the clean glass window, as if watching a love flower shadow on the stage of time. Swaying affectionately, it exudes the charm of a silent soul. I think this is a delicate and elegant moment about the beauty of loneliness.

No flower is beautiful, and no forest is prosperous. At least it accompanies a corner of a city and meets lonely people at a window. Everything in the world has a praise for friendship. According to this, stationed at the nearest post station.

This is a memory of this spring. Just in the past, I felt that I was in such a hurry, and the time that I hurried by was drifting.

Some people say that life is a blooming tree. Sometimes life is also the green of a tree, just plain, standing in the corner of all sentient beings. Few people appreciate its existence, but it will grow into its own unique appearance. It has tall and straight beauty and beauty; There is a state of obscurity and humility; There is also a tree proudly rising into the sky. Arrival is the highest state of life.

I remember that every summer approaches, every leaf of ginkgo tree stretches out, as big as a baby's little hand. It looks like a green ancient bamboo fan. When the breeze blows, it will swing back and forth, bringing freshness and coolness to the hot summer.

Many times, if you don't pay attention to one thing outside your life, just like a brush in your life, you may lose an unexpected gain. A good life is to be close to more natural things in the midst of prosperity, thus purifying the soul and letting the soul fly out of a different beautiful posture.

Ginkgo biloba is a rare fruit of ginkgo tree. The fruit is rich in fragrance and has deep medicinal value. Even if there is flowering, if there is no distance, it is usually difficult to see with the naked eye. Ginkgo biloba leaves also have precious medicinal value. Even the whole tree has something to take.

The air is crisp in autumn, and the vegetation knows the warmth and coldness. The story about everything began to evolve into an ending. The once dense branches and leaves gradually turned yellow and fell. The same is true of the leaves on ginkgo trees, which, like insects about to change, are surging for another parting of life. Even if what I see is withering, it is also the golden autumn rhyme of the tree.

Until the ginkgo leaves covered with trees turned into handfuls of fans as yellow as jade brocade. The yellow washed by time is pure and clean with a little dust, which is a kind of moist and shiny. Beauty is like a well-designed brocade, standing in the autumn eyebrows. Quiet and quiet, shallow and quiet, if reflected by a beam of setting sun, people will sigh and fear the aestheticism and exquisiteness of life.

No one can catch the flow of time. After all, vegetation is vegetation, but green leaves always have feelings for roots. Nothing is as tenacious as the spiritual universe of nature. At a certain moment, we fell in love with a person or a landscape. I just think time is still there, but it was yesterday morning and dusk.

Autumn is too deep to escape a short parting; Love is strong enough to melt the world of mortals. Several ginkgo trees have encountered many storms in the years and many rainbows in the time. Clouds roll autumn water, let us see the sun and the moon shine, and gently ooze light and shadow.

Gaze out the window again. The sky, I don't know when, has been raining in Mao Mao all over the city, and the ground has obvious wet traces. Spring is getting stronger, and the courtyard in full of green is elegant, fresh and clean as snow. After the eventful years, several ginkgo trees still stand in front of our window. Every green leaf is like a heartbeat, pounding! Bang! Spread out piece by piece ...

Memories will be updated to another season. I am also willing to revel in this moment, in the season of autumn moon painting.

There are only a few ginkgo trees in the world.