Ginkgo outside the window
When I came, you were so weak.
When I left, you had already supported a green shade alone.
I have seen you, your branches and leaves stretched out in the sunshine.
I once saw you, silent and lonely in the middle of the night.
I have seen you, in the cycle of seasons, the perseverance under your feet.
I have seen you grow and strengthen little by little day after day.
I have seen heavy snow falling, bending your branches.
I have seen you struggle hard in the wind and rain.
I have seen the fallen leaves in the autumn wind, spreading the golden color all over the ground.
I have seen birds wandering around, dancing and singing among your branches and leaves.
I have seen that the cold spring cannot stop your overflowing vitality.
I have seen you treat the ginkgo trees full of trees as your medals in the desolate winter.
Last autumn and winter, I often wandered under this ginkgo tree, hoping to pick up a ripe fallen ginkgo fruit. However, I saw that the number of ginkgo fruits on the tree was decreasing little by little, but I still couldn't pick up one under the tree.
Leaving today. Heavy rain.
The moving car stopped under this ginkgo tree. When I was moving things, I found that it was full of ginkgo fruits again.
Just a pity. This autumn and winter, there will no longer be me wandering and searching under the tree.
For a moment, I just felt very sorry.
I'm gone and won't come back.
2022.07.03
