那栋老房前有一棵银杏。仔细端详叶片,简直就是一柄浓缩的金缎薄扇。寒流涌动,那飘然而落的叶瓣,似一只只飞来的蝴蝶。这金黄色的小精灵,似乎要告诉过往的路人,那曾经久困茧中的痛苦和业已化蛹成蝶的欢愉。于是,很自然地就想到和银杏有关的风花雪月的故事。于是,这冬日暖阳里便多了 There is a ginkgo in front of the old house. Carefully detailed leaves, is simply a thick gold-satin thin fan. Cold surging, that floating leaves, like a butterflies flying. This golden elf seemed to tell the passers - by, the bitterness that had long been in the cocoon, and the joy of pupal butterflies. So, naturally, think of the story of romantic and ginkgo-related. As a result, there will be more warm sun in winter