我家楼下有一排安静的银杏,沉郁挺拔地在四季更迭中安然踱步。晨曦晚霞,我披星戴月,在上学或回家的路上,一次次与它们照面。初中时走读的我,像一个移动的潘多拉魔盒,里面装的情绪,尽是从学校带回来的,关于名次表的阴郁,关于青春压抑的不自由。我偶尔对着一排银杏,嘲笑它们秋天光耀逼人,冬天却是一身凄凉。而那银杏,漫卷漫舒,悠然地持续着自己一个季节里转变的使命。早上被妈妈迷迷糊糊地送出 My family downstairs there is a row of quiet ginkgo, calm and quiet in the four seasons change in the safe pace. Dawn sunset, I wear the moon, in school or on the way home, time and again with their face. I read in junior high school, like a moving Pandora’s box, which filled emotions, all brought back from school, about the gloom of the schedule, about the depression of youth is not free. I occasionally against a row of ginkgo, laughing at them glittering in autumn, but winter is a desolate. And that ginkgo, diffuse volume Man Shu, leisurely to continue their mission of a change in the seasons. The morning was mum sent out