Ginkgo leaf

In the morning, a person rushed to the highest peak, which was the stage for the lonely. Put everything aside and rush to the front without scruple. Put aside the world, no longer miss. This is a world of its own. On the way home, this is a person who is completely immersed in his own world, and the past people have nothing to do with him. A person, walk, stop, look at the Old Place Where the Wild Fang has already disappeared, as if it has never appeared before, but only my memory has her, I stood there crazily, I wanted to find the lost and familiar fragrance from there, but I didn’t find it. The only thing left was the dried branches, which was the trace of her existence, I don’t know if I can see her in the spring of the next year. Sniffing the peace she brought me. Stop by the grass and sit down gently, just like meeting an old friend and chatting about the little things that happened recently. Suddenly, I found that only half of the waist folding ginkgo leaves had already yellow curved edges and dried stems, lying quietly. Staring at him blankly. He must have been broken by that ruthless person, and he was utterly lost in this cold world. He must have been very popular when he was in his prime, but now he is abandoned in this ruthless world. A little black spot on the leaf, is that your broken heart? How much torture and grievance have you suffered? I have no intention to focus on you any more. Looking back, that abrupt little flower filled my eyes. She was so unique, so stand out from the crowd, not so beautiful. I want to bring you back to help you heal your wounds slowly. Let me ask you gently: is this little flower the one you admire? I gently took her off and gave her to you as the most beautiful gift in the world because I could no longer see the way she hurt your heart under the pursuit of all kinds of grass. Gently, Gently, Gently, I will put you together and save. Look at that, quietly and quietly, no one cares about who created this wonder and who turned into the sad pieces in your heart.

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