The ginkgo tree

In the afternoon, listen to the cicadas. The scorching sun in June was in the sky, and the blazing light filtered through the branches of several dense trees in mid-air, and sprinkled dots on the curtains, which was as lovely as ever. I hung my feet outside the window and shook them gently, feeling the tranquility and beauty of this hot summer. The weather was changeable, and for some reason, a strong wind blew in the sky. I closed my eyes tightly, but felt something slipping through my hair. I raised my head and opened my eyes: Is this golden color all over the sky a butterfly? The wind gradually weakened, and I kept chasing these butterflies. Where were they going? Finally, I stopped under a huge tree and suddenly looked up. It turned out to be the ginkgo tree.

This ginkgo tree has been there since I was born. As a child, I was playful and always liked to drag my friends from next door to hide and seek under the tree. Even just this one game can keep us playing for a long time. There were many insects under the tree. A Li from the neighbor next door often found a few small sticks and handed them to everyone. Then a group of children, like the archaeological search team in the old TV, lay on the ground and carefully studied every plant and tree in the trees. . If you are lucky, you can dig up a few earthworms and crickets under the tree, put them in a glass jar, and take them home to keep secretly. At night, when the weather got cooler, I carried two small wooden stools and went with my grandma to enjoy the coolness under the tree. Late at night, there were stars in the sky. My grandma shook her cattail leaf fan, pointed at the stars in the sky, and told me the story of each star. I gradually became fascinated, intoxicated, and fell into a dream. In the dream, there were grandma, friends, stars, and the golden ginkgo tree.

When I was 6 years old, my parents came back. After discussing with my grandmother, they decided to take me to study in the main city. I locked myself in the house, and no matter how hard my parents knocked on the door, I ignored them. Finally, with the persuasion of my parents, I decided to set off. The morning before I left, I saw my grandma, Ah Li and the others standing under the tree waiting for me. I trotted over and saw Ah Li and Xiaoya taking out a box of preserves from behind, stuffing it into my arms, and then hurried away. After opening the door, looking at their retreating figures, I felt mixed emotions. Grandma came over, patted my head, put a small sachet-like bag in my hand, and after a few simple words, I was taken away by my parents. When I was in the car, I spread out the small bag, and inside it was a few ginkgo leaves and two yellow flowers. Suddenly looking back, there were some ginkgo leaves floating on both sides of the car. I opened the window, waved and said goodbye to the other side of my home.

On New Year’s Eve this year, my parents took me back to my hometown. Since arriving in the city, I have become much more withdrawn and rarely go out to meet people. But when I think about it carefully, I haven’t been back for several years, so I answer Yes. The house at the other end of the house was demolished because it was too old, and now small bungalows have been built. Grandma was old, so naturally she couldn't bear to part with her old house. After the local officials persuaded her, she still moved out. The distance in space made her less connected with her old acquaintances. During the Chinese New Year this year, grandma gathered the former neighbors together again. There were more familiar ones and less familiar ones. I heard that after I left, many people moved out, and only a few of the friends I used to play with were scattered. When we met, we were all so familiar, but there were many strange barriers. Everyone didn't speak, just minding their own food. I looked up and looked for the ginkgo biloba from back then, but it had long since disappeared.

Ah! These golden butterflies, where have you been? If I find you, will you still be the same ginkgo tree? There are Grandma, A Li and Xiaoya under the tree