一冬季,印象里总是一派萧瑟。但草木有心通灵,会真切地与我对话,诉之真谛。那几株银杏始终巍然而立,静如止水。我忍不住下楼去走走了。绵绵细雨,柔若无骨,飘在脸上还是冷意沁人。这几株银杏就这样静默在冬日的雨雾里。及至树下,抬头凝望着满目盛装的银杏树,心头蓦得划过一丝浅浅的黯然。就在我凝神之时,一枚银杏叶从高高的枝头飘落下来,缓缓的,宛若一只小小的船儿飘荡在空气中,飞舞在我的视线里,最后飘落在 In winter, the impression is always bleak. But plants and trees psychic, will really dialogue with me, the true meaning of the complaint. That several strains of ginkgo has always stand tall, calm as stop water. I can not help but walk downstairs. Rainy day, Rouruo boneless, floating in the face or cold mind. This few ginkgo so silent in the winter rain and fog. To the tree, looked up and staring at the ginkgo tree full of costumes, my heart had crossed a trace of shallow sad. Just as I set my head, a ginkgo leaf falling from the tall branches, slowly, just like a small boat floating in the air, flying in my line of sight, and finally falling in the