行走初冬,眼神所到之处金黄一片。风乍起,银杏叶纷纷离开枝头,舞着、歌唱着飘飘洒洒落下,在地上绵延起一条金色的小径。高贵如斯、绚丽如斯,我不由沉醉,站在树下不愿挪开脚步,一任叶片吻过头顶、滑过鼻尖、从指缝飘零。静静地站在树下,真想就此站成一道风景。一缕阳光从树梢投射下来,在落叶小径上投下斑驳的影子,心事,在各个叶片疏密相间的缝隙中蔓延。 Walking early winter, eyes where the golden one. Winds at first glance, ginkgo leaves have left the branches, dancing, singing and drifting down, rolling on the ground a golden trail. So noble, brilliant so, I can not help but intoxicated, standing under the tree reluctant to move away, as a blade kiss over his head, sliding over the nose, drifting from the fingers. Quietly standing under the tree, really want to stand on this point a landscape. A ray of sunshine projected from the treetops, dropping mottled shadow on the leaves of the deciduous, mind, spread in the gap between the various leaves dense and white.