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Ginkgo biloba, I miss you, and I don't know why you are also called Gongsun Tree. But most people call you ginkgo, which is easy to understand.

I know, your characteristics don't just care that you have this apricot-like fruit. The rind is pure white as silver, and the nucleolus is nutritious-needless to say, this is enough for your characteristics.

But most people don't know that you are the oldest and most advanced flowering plant. Your pollen and ovule have animal-like behavior, and you are a treasure completely preserved by human power.

You can't exist in nature, but you still stand upright and sing the triumph of human beings in space. You holy one of the East, you living memorial tower of China culture, you are only available in China, and ordinary people don't seem to know it.

I have been to Japan, and there are you in Japan, but you are obviously an overseas Chinese in Japan. You have lived in Japan for about as long as the culture of China has lived in Japan.

You really should be called the national tree of China. I like you, and I especially like you.

But it's not because you are a specialty of China, but because you are beautiful, true and kind.

How straight your stems are, how vigorous your branches are, how green, how clean and delicate your fan-shaped leaves are!

In summer, how many temples have you put on towering cloud crowns, and how many toiling people have you put out cool canopy.

Although the phoenix tree has your straight end, it is not as strong as yours;

Although poplars are lush, they are not as solemn as you.

The smoky wind will charm you, and the birds will sing for you when they come; God's Hundreds of Gods-If there are God's Hundreds of Gods, I believe that whenever the bright moon is empty, they will come to the party at your feet.

When autumn comes and the butterfly is dead, your green leaves will turn golden, and butterflies will fly out of the garden.

aren't you a clever magician? But you don't have the kind of Jianghu breath that makes people hide their noses at all.

when you are free from everything and your branches are propped up in space, you are not shy away from the cold wind, frost and snow.

You don't have the slightest attitude of accepting others, but you are not desperate. Your virtue is as barren as music, but you are not proud; Your taboo seems to be "detachment". You care about all the vegetation, you care about everything, but you are not hiding.

isn't your fruit nourishing people, your wood solid equipment, or your fallen leaves an excellent fuel for kindling?

But I'm a little surprised: it's strange that everyone in China seems to have forgotten you for a long time, which seems to be from ancient times.

I can't find your name in China's classics. I rarely see China poets praising your poems, and I rarely see China painters describing your paintings.

What on earth is going on? You are an eternal witness with China culture, don't you think it strange?

Ginkgo biloba, China people have forgotten you. Although everyone is eating your ginkgo, they all like to eat your ginkgo, but they have really forgotten you.

There are people in the world who can't tell the difference, but there has never been such a long-standing example of forgetting you.

really, isn't the capital the first good place? But I seldom see your shadow; Why are acacia trees all over the street and eucalyptus trees all over the garden?

How I miss you, Ginkgo! I hope you don't forget China.

It's a bit dangerous. I'm afraid that if you are unhappy, you will hide from the ground of China.

In the airspace of China, you will never hear your songs praising life.

Ginkgo biloba, I really hope that China people can eat more of your ginkgo, and there will always be a lonely tree in adore you

E. Belin

Erin Belin (1877-1949), a Bulgarian writer. Important works include two episodes of Short Stories, and humorous work My Ash.

a raging gale blew two seeds from a distant forest and scattered them in the field at will. Rain wets them, soil buries them, and sunshine warms them. So they grew into two trees in the field.

at first, they were very short, but unintentional time pulled them high off the ground. They can see much farther than before.

they can see each other, too.

The field is very vast. Until the end of the lush plain, no other trees can be seen. Only these two trees, which are far apart, stand together in the middle of the field. Their branches are criss-crossed, as if they were some strange rulers used to measure this wilderness.

they look at each other from a distance, miss each other and admire each other. However, when spring comes, the power of life warms them up, and the full sap flows in their bodies, they also remind them of the eternal mother forest that has left forever.

They shook the branches knowingly and gestured silently to each other. When a bird flies from tree to tree like a mind, they tremble with joy.

when the storm came, they swayed in fear, broke branches, moaned and shouted, as if trying to get rid of the ground. The two sides rushed together, clung to the support, and were rescued in mutual hugs.

when night comes, they disappear into the darkness and are separated again. They are in pain like a disease, and they look up at the sky in prayer, hoping to send them the light of day as soon as possible, so that they can meet each other again.

If the hunter and the worker sit in the shadow of one of them and have a rest, the other whispers sadly, telling how miserable the lonely life is and how slow, heavy and meaningless the days away from their loved ones are. Their ideals disappear because they are not understood; Their hopes were dashed because they could not be realized; How strong the love without comfort is, and how unbearable the situation without affection is.

Sunset at Sagami Beach

The wind in autumn and winter has completely stopped, and the evening sky in Wan Li is cloudless. It is hard to imagine that there are so many peaceful scenes in the world when the sunset stands far away on Izu Mountain.

it takes three minutes for the sunset to reach the mountain and sink to the surface completely.

When the sun was just setting to the west, the areas around Fuji and Xiangdou were covered with mountains and misty smoke. The sun is the so-called daytime, and its silver is dazzling. The mountains also narrowed their eyes.

the sun is setting westward. The mountains of Fuji and Xiangdou turn purple for the second time.

the sun is setting more westward. The purple skin of the mountains of Fuji and Xiangdou was dyed with a layer of golden smoke.

At this time, standing on the seashore, watching from afar, the sunset flowed over the sea and reached my feet. All the ships at sea radiate golden light. The mountains, beaches, people, pine forests, pedestrians, overturned bamboo baskets and scattered grass clippings all show fiery red colors.

Watching the sunset in a calm evening is a great feeling of guarding the dying sage. Extremely solemn and peaceful. Even an ordinary person will feel that he has wrapped his body in the aura, and his body has melted, leaving only his soul standing on the eternal seashore.

if you have something, you will be immersed in your heart. If you say "happiness", you will go beyond it, but if you say "sadness", you will not.

The setting is sinking, approaching the top of Izu Mountain. Xiangdou Mountain suddenly became Kong Quelan, but the head of Mount Fuji was still shining with golden light in crimson purple.

Izuyama has caught the sunset. As soon as the sun sets, the glow floating on the sea recedes by eight miles. The sunset is leisurely inch by inch, minute by minute, looking forward to the world that is about to leave, and sinking leisurely.

finally, the last point is left. It suddenly sank, turned into a beautiful eyebrow, which turned into a line, and the line turned into a dot and suddenly turned into nothing.

Look up, the world has no sun. The light disappears, the seamounts are vast, and everything is sad.

the sun sank. Suddenly, the corner of the sky shot up, and thousands of arrows were fired. Looking at the western heaven, it is golden. Great men die like this.

after sunset, fuji was covered with cyan. In a short time, the golden color of the western heaven turned into scarlet, then turned gray, and finally became blue and green. Above Sagami Beach, the stars are shining. They are the remnants of the sun, and they seem to indicate the sunrise tomorrow.

Lily of the Mountain

(diary of June 1th, thirty-three of Meiji)

Farewell of shadows-Lu Xun

When people don't know when to sleep, there will be shadows to say goodbye and say those words-

I don't want to go to heaven if there is something I don't want; There are things I don't want to be in hell, I don't want to go;

I don't want to go in your future golden world.

however, you are what I don't want.

friend, I don't want to follow you. I don't want to live.

I don't want to!

woo hoo, I don't want to. I might as well wander about nowhere.

I'm just a shadow, or I'll sink in the darkness without you. However, darkness will swallow me up, while light will make me disappear.

however, I don't want to wander between light and shade. I might as well sink in the darkness.

however, I finally hesitated between light and shade, and I didn't know whether it was dusk or dawn. I'll just raise my dark hands and pretend to drink a glass of wine. I'll travel alone when I don't know when.

woo hoo, if it is dusk, the night will naturally sink me, otherwise I will be disappeared by the day, if it is dawn.

friend, the time is near.

I will wander into the darkness.

you still want my gift. What can I offer you? Without it, it is still darkness and vanity. However, I would like to be just dark, or disappear in your day; I am willing to be nothing, and never occupy your heart.

I'm willing to do so, friend-

I travel alone, not only without you, but also without other shadows in the dark. Only I am sunk by darkness, and the world belongs to me.

September 24th, 1924

Ba Jin, the paradise of birds

We had dinner in Chen's primary school. The heat has gone down. The sun set on the hillside, leaving only a brilliant hongxia on the horizon, on the top of the hill and on the treetops.

"Let's go boating!" Chen suggested. We are standing by the pool in front of the school to see the mountain view.

"ok," the other friends said happily.

We walked a gravel road and soon reached the river. There is a thatched pavilion. Through the Shuige, we found some boats under two big trees by the river.

we jumped on a boat one after another. A friend untied the rope and picked up a bamboo pole. The boat moved slowly and flowed to the middle of the river.

Three friends rowed the boat, and Ye and I sat in the boat and looked around.

a tower stands on the hillside in the distance, and many green trees embrace it. There are few towers like that around here, which is my friend Ye's hometown.

The river is wide, and there are no waves on the white water. The ship flowed calmly on the water. Three paddles paddle regularly in the water.

in one place, the river has narrowed. Clusters of green leaves stretch out to the water. The leaves are lovely green. These are many lush banyan trees, but I can't see where the trunk is.

when I said many banyan trees, my mistakes were immediately corrected by my friends. One friend said there was only one banyan tree there, and another friend said there were two banyan trees there. I have seen many big banyan trees, but it is the first time for me to see such a big banyan tree.

our boat is approaching the banyan tree gradually. I had a chance to see its true face: it was a big tree with countless branches, which took root again, and many roots hung down to the ground and entered the soil. Some branches hang down to the water, and from a distance, it looks like a big tree lying on the water.

It's the season of lush foliage (the trees have borne small fruits, and many of them have fallen. This banyan tree seems to be showing us all its vitality. There are so many green leaves, one on top of the other, leaving no gap. The green color shines brightly in front of our eyes, as if every leaf has a new life trembling, this beautiful southern tree!

The boat stayed under the tree for a while, and the shore was wet, so we didn't go up. Friends say this is a "paradise for birds". There are many birds nesting in this tree, and farmers are not allowed to catch them. I seem to hear the sound of several birds flapping their wings, but when my eyes look at it carefully, I can't see the shadow of a bird. Only countless roots stand on the ground, like many wooden stakes. The ground is wet, so the river often washes ashore at high tide. There is not a bird in the "bird paradise", I thought. The ship has left. A friend paddled the boat and slowly flowed into the middle of the river.

There are some litchi trees in the path beside the river field. There are many red fruits hanging from the green leaves. That's where our ship flows. A friend picked up an oar and rowed the boat into a small ditch. By the path, the boat stopped and we all jumped onto the shore.

Two friends quickly climbed up the tree and dropped some litchi with leaves from the tree. Chen Heye and I stood under the tree and picked them up. When they went down to the fields, we all ate lychees and walked back to the boat.

The next day, we rowed to Ye's hometown, where there are mountains and towers. Starting from Chen's primary school, we passed the "bird paradise" again.

this time it was in the morning, and the sun shone on the water and the treetops. Everything looks very bright. Our boat also stayed under the tree for a while.

it was very quiet at first. Then suddenly a bird called. When our friend Chen clapped his hand, we saw a big bird flying, and then we saw the second and third one. Let's keep clapping. Soon the forest became very lively. There are birds everywhere, and there are birds everywhere. Big ones, small ones, flowery ones, black ones, some standing on branches screaming, some flying, some flapping their wings.

I watched carefully. My eyes are really overwhelmed. I saw this one clearly, missed that one, saw that one, and the third one flew away. A thrush flew out, surprised our applause, and flew into the Woods, standing on a twig and singing excitedly. Its song was really nice.

"Let's go," Ye urged me.

when the boat was flowing towards the countryside under the tower, I looked back to see the lush banyan trees left behind. I have a little nostalgia. Yesterday, my