In winter, a golden ray of shines on the ancient city
The north wind gradually rises, and the coldness comes, and the frost in the morning dyes the blue bricks and green tiles. Although my hometown is a small southern town, the colors become much dimmer when winter comes, the river flows slowly, and the grass and trees are getting yellower day by day.
However, on campus, in ancient temples, and on the river bank, there are bright yellows everywhere; in the morning light, in the sunshine, and in the cold wind, there are dazzling yellows at any time. It seemed that overnight, it added the most brilliant color to the small town. This is the favorite ginkgo leaf .
There are two excellent places to appreciate ginkgo leaves in the small town where I live, which has caused people in the small town to stop and watch frequently. One is called the Pedestrian Street, which is a bustling street with beautiful fashionable clothing inside and surging crowds outside the store. There are neatly arranged rows of tall ginkgo trees on both sides of the road. Usually, green ginkgo leaves, tall buildings and bright signs are hidden, making people forget its existence. In early winter every year, the ginkgo leaves turn yellow one after another, and the ladies' eyes naturally shift from their beautiful clothes to these brilliant yellow leaves. Picking up a ginkgo leaf, it is small and delicate, like a delicate fan, and also like a unique little bookmark. Some of the girls nearby used it to cover their eyes, and their smiles were hard to hide their raised corners; some closed their eyes, raised their heads, and let the ginkgo leaves sway down in the breeze. In the eyes of their lovers, when is this frown and smile not a beautiful moment? A hearty laughter came from afar. It turned out that there were several middle-aged women who loved beauty, wearing colorful scarves, making various shapes, leaving behind the most beautiful photos of the winter with these brilliant ginkgo leaves.
Another place is called Qinquan Temple . The name is because the sound of the spring dripping in the back of the temple is like a piano. The temple is composed of two side by side courtyards. There is an ancient ginkgo tree in the temple, covering most of the courtyard. The sun shone slanted from the leaves, scattered on the stone slabs in the courtyard, with a slim shadow; occasionally, ginkgo leaves fluttered like golden butterflies, colliding with the earth. A thick layer was already laid on the ground, and the feet were creaking and creaking when they stepped on it. I felt sad inexplicably, and such a strong color was about to fall into the dust and say the final farewell. The temple is sparsely populated on weekdays, with only the distant bells accompanying the ancient ginkgo trees. When ginkgo leaves turn yellow, there are always people coming from thousands of miles to come just for this winter appointment. Especially on weekends, children running and playing, couples holding hands, and old people with white hair gathered here to appreciate the brilliant "ginkgo leaf rain" in winter, and the quiet ancient temple gradually became lively.
Ginkgo tree is like a generous owner. It takes out its savings for a year and gives away all its strength to send autumn to welcome winter. Even though it is difficult to escape the fate of returning to the earth, it is blown away by the cold wind, crushed by frost and snow, and poured down by the winter rain, but it still contributes all the energy of life without hesitation. All the waiting is just for the splendor of this moment. Have you ever regretted this brilliant farewell and all your efforts?
"The yellow ginkgo leaves are all over the ground, and suddenly the world is shocked to success." I stood under the ginkgo tree, appreciating this dazzling beauty to the fullest, just like missing those who once enriched my life. Because some misses can be renewed in the coming year; while some misses are a lifelong regret! Cherish flowers when blooming, and the same should be done with fallen leaves.
