At that time, the ginkgo leaf

A leaf of ginkgo, a round of spring and autumn, the years flow, how much precipitation, good memories.

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"Grandma, why is the ginkgo leaf not growing yet?" I used a chubby finger to point to the row of bare ginkgo trees. Grandma tightened my cold, cold hands with her wide hands. I also forced my clothes together, just laughing, but not talking. "When did they grow out?" I was anxious. "When you grow taller, it grows out." Grandma smiled and touched my little head. "Really?" Although he was dubious, he still told himself that he would eat more in the future.

At that time, the ginkgo leaf had not yet jumped on the branch, but an innocent heart slid into the branch at that moment.

"Grandma, autumn is here, when is Ginkgo biloba yellow?" When I was a small country, I saw the golden ginkgo tree on the textbook. Grandma took the coat in one hand, carrying my little bag on my shoulder, holding a towel in one hand, gently wiping the sweat from my forehead, but we wet my grandmother's forehead. “How long is it?” I seem to be anxious to know the answer. "When you take a hundred percent of the test, the leaves are yellow." Grandma laughed and pulled me forward. "Really?" The heart suddenly ignited a flame, a determination to try to go up, and quietly buried the seeds in the young mind.

At that time, the ginkgo was still green. Can be a slightly sensible heart, like gold in the heart of the leaves, swaying a golden circle.

"Grandma, do I use Ginkgo biloba to bookmark you?" I was half-headed, and I picked up a golden ginkgo leaf and looked forward to it. Grandma half-headed her head, half-white and half-black hair fluttered in the ginkgo leaves of the sky, and the wrinkles of the horns were raging, and the big black eyes were applied to the old age and lost their original light. "Well?" I asked my grandmother's shoulder and asked half-heartedly. "I can't read any books. You can use them slowly. The book you read is the book that Grandma looks at." After that, he turned and left, and the old back shadow implied the bitterness of the years, so lonely, so lonely. . The ginkgo leaf in the hand slipped quietly, but suddenly I understood something in my heart. The years need us to collect it with heart. Some things are gone.

At that time, the ginkgo leaves were covered with shoulders, and the withered hearts passed by. The dead yellow, all hidden in the roots, is the new leaves of the coming year.

This year, the cold wind whipped through the bare branches. "Grandma, why is the ginkgo leaf not growing yet?" Ginkgo biloba seems to be swaying in front of the eyes. The crisp children's voice throws the cold winter on the dry branches, and the remaining golden triangles are infiltrated again, the ginkgo and sound of memory. overlapping. As soon as I turned around, I saw an old man holding a little girl and went away.

I looked up at the bare branches and closed my eyes gently. I saw that on the ground where the yellow leaves were filled, an old man looked kindly and slyly, and the thick pets covered all the golden ginkgo leaves. I still remember that at that time, that ginkgo leaf.

The third day: no tears Jiamu