恬然冬日农历十一月,要在我的故乡,早已是冰天雪地、北风猎猎了,可在这杭城,还整日飘着霏霏细雨。大地湿漉漉的,在校园里走一趟,常常会湿了鞋袜。许多的树——香樟、橡树、冬青都还青翠着,单单银杏的叶子变得金黄金黄的,远看像万木丛中的一片云霞,走近了仔细打量,又宛如一簇簇艳丽的珊瑚。风扫过,叶片飘落在青石板上,就像是镀上的一把把金色的小扇子,别致而生动。忽听得几声鸟鸣,抬头,一只黑白相间的喜鹊正站在银杏枝头,扭转身 Tianran winter Lunar New Year in November, to be in my hometown, already snow-capped mountains, hunting north wind, but also in this Hang City, but also floating drifts drizzle day. Wet earth, walking on campus, often wet shoes and socks. Many trees - camphor, oak, holly are still green, the leaves of ginkgo alone become golden yellow, from afar like a piece of clouds in the wood, approached a careful look, but also as a cluster of beautiful Coral. The wind swept over the leaves falling on the bluestone, like a plate of golden little fan, chic and vivid. Suddenly heard a few birdsong, looked up, a black and white magpie is standing in the branches of ginkgo, turn around