People always say that "a year in the spring", it is true that spring is the season of recovery of all things, a vibrant scene, is indeed the most beautiful season; I have a fascination with the fall, only because I love the autumn in the garden of that full of gold.
Looking away from the ginkgo forest, those trees are like a long golden hair of the kindly old man, smiling at all people, looks so harmonious and beautiful; fixed eyes, they are like a warrior standing there, not inferior to the desert poplar, so tough and sturdy, guarding our campus.
A gust of wind blew, a piece of yellow 'ginkgo biloba accompanied by a cool wind, leaving the tree that feeds them, they fly more joyful, like a golden butterfly like dancing, such as the flying sky like graceful, but also like a tantalizing, glittering gold, swirling, slowly drifting down. From time to time, there are a few pieces of naughty, falling on your face, bringing you a hint of coolness. In the accompaniment of the autumn wind, the ginkgo biloba leaves like dancers jumped up and down in a joyful waltz, the square then became their stage.
Between classes, the ginkgo forest will always appear in groups of small friends, they are so focused, itching to put their faces to the ground, why? It turns out that they all want to find a perfect, can be used as a bookmark of the ginkgo biloba, I am no exception. It was hard to find a complete "golden leaf", put it in the palm of the hand to examine carefully, only to find that it is so different. Most of the leaves are streamlined, it is fan-shaped, like a small and delicate fan, the top and small and large waves; fell to the ground and did not completely dry, and even with a touch of green, touch like silk, smooth; look carefully, but also found that it is not the same texture, most of the leaves on the texture is from the middle of the stem to the outside, but it is by the petiole to the outside of the top extension, no wonder it is so smooth to touch. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands dirty.
Holding this piece of ginkgo biloba, I can not help but think: they leave the tree will feel reluctant? The forest that "rustle" sound is they are lamenting the end of life? Or are they singing for the newborn in the coming year? In my opinion, they want to use their last strength, to perform the most wonderful music in life, the most perfect side of themselves to the world.
I love the ginkgo forest in the fall, love this autumn full of gold!