My home have a buttonwood tree, remember when I was in grade of transplanting to my house, looking at the blue wutong tree Miniso, the appearance of loneliness, sometimes the wind comes, could not bear it cheerful of lonely swaying his body, like a child, not a playmate than body spirit leaves play skin more is lonely, the target moving the leaves is very strong, as if to fight off away from the trunk, following the arrival of the wind, but the wind still ignore pick away, looking at the loss of expression, or naive looked at me, I smiled.
Remember before transplanting the qing, I also transplanting a tree, not qing, a ginkgo tree, planted in a piece, I put them at the beginning is to want to let it have a rely on, a friend of each other, don't want to because of their loneliness around my sadness, the margins have some don't affect the mood of my study. But I still can not let go of them, and every time I come home from school I want to run to their front, look at their life, concerned about, with a smile.
I want to let them grow up and I'm a I also like a child, just like them, so I insist every day to give them poured some water nutrition quality, some hope that they will be able to healthy growth, basic just like me, every day to eat full, mei-mei, qing gradually revealed green leaves, and small shy hung high in the branches, dry but still on the tree branches, and clear without a hint of green breath Miniso, then I would rather think it just ginkgo spring was late some, I still every day uninterrupted fertilizing watering them both, which lasted a month later, due to the pressure of learning, I chose to live near days until an examination, I went home, found that one of the dead tree, ginkgo, at this time of the qing seem to be some depression, slightly bent to tend to the ginkgo trees, I understand the qing qing also understand the ginkgo...
I am very sad looking like I ng, the wind blew over, it leaves no trace of dreamy, but through the breath, it let me smell it alone, and mixed with a hint of green this fragrance. Overflow from ginkgo dry contraction of the branches, I kissed her gather together in the past that kind of life left soul breath, sweet, sweet in my heart... I appreciate intoxicated by the last opportunity ginkgo deadwood soul beauty.
How much I hope it was all full of green, maybe it is more than I hope so, because it is reluctant to qing, but I know it has already been done, finally left. My heart and qing together, I don't know qing ginkgo.
In the second year I went to the county, high in high school, because the resident home less chance, just miss, I put it in the dream tell me is written in the book, I remember when the three book wrote down more than one hundred more than this, I am a love always remember to forget the "qing", so I took some memories are lost in the book. The memoirs of notebook became I sent forgotten... Ginkgo biloba is gone, all the way walk good Miniso .