Yesterday, the sun is warm, and it is cold today. This weather like this, change too fast. Are you couldn't see a familiar landscape. Go to school every day, always pass by the tree, on the road in a hurry, seems to be very little attention to its existence.
Ginkgo just germination in late spring, summer when tall phoenix tree are the sites of patronage, ginkgo never get my attention, attracted my attention is often flowers and the branches of the bird.
Beautiful flowers in summer, but is as gorgeous leaves in autumn
I don't know when the ginkgo leaves quietly changed color in our hurried footsteps. Leaves were not so green, yellow, green leaves of the large area, but with the hand or smooth to the touch. Half withered leaves as the eye is yellow, look closely, they found some small green. Ginkgo biloba leaves,
Dream beauty pro with one thousand kinds of attitude and fall from the branches. Or two and three, or leaf, reflected in the eyes of common dust guest, points out dancing or fell, the falling leaves are all yellow, picked up a piece of seed smell, flavor is fragrant, gaze, like a folding fan veins, not feel dejected, perhaps heart unavoidably sigh beautiful short.
I look up, filar silk the blade sunlight glittering and translucent get rid of is appeared, shining, between leaf and leaf whispering, do say good-bye before he left; A gust of wind, swaying, elegant and leisurely out of branches, a lithe and graceful arc, tired heart, was light as the dance slow, leisurely reserved to indulge once;
Dream beauty pro it is the most beautiful moment, life into a golden bright fall to the ground, in the grass, roots and silently. The silent, silent death.
Leaves fall, is the end of its life, and green, stay to the curse, took to the peak, then make the petiole, perched on a tree, quietly watching the new start of next year, until the new leaves fall next year, who know whether it can recognize that aggradation, that gave it birth of aggradation of hope.
No matter how beautiful sunshine, no matter how much summer flowers is gorgeous, we can't always have it, cherish good, prosperous behind is sparse.
Life is a leaf, and green, the flowers bloom, tide tide, when a gorgeous, gorgeous curtain call, light dance time, still keep enron.
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