gingkgo

Guo Moruo

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

I know, your characteristics are not only that you have this apricot-like fruit, the skin is as white as silver and the nucleolus is rich in nutrition-needless to say, this is enough for your characteristics.

But most people don't know that you are the oldest advanced flowering plant. Your pollen and ovules behave like animals, and you are a treasure preserved by human beings.

You can't exist in nature, but you still stand upright, singing the triumph of human victory in space.

You are the Sage of the East and the Living Monument of China Culture. You only have it in China, but most people don't know it.

I have been to Japan, and Japan has you, but you are obviously an overseas Chinese in Japan. China culture has existed in Japan for as long as you have lived in Japan.

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

But it's not because you are a specialty of China that I particularly like it. Because you are beautiful, true and kind.

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

In summer, how many temples have been crowned with towering clouds, and how many working people have been crowned with cool canopies.

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

Poplar is lush but not solemn.

The smoky wind will caress you, and birds will come to song for you. If there are immortals, I believe that whenever the moon is empty, they will come to your feet for a party.

Autumn comes, butterflies die, your green leaves will turn golden yellow, and butterflies will fly out of the garden.

Aren't you a clever magician? But you don't have the kind of Jianghu atmosphere that makes people hide their noses.

When you are free from everything and you are propped up in space by the rubbed branches, you are not ashamed of the cold wind, frost and snow.

How rugged and free and easy it is, I'm afraid there has never been a monk like you since Buddhism.

You have no attitude, but you are not poor. Your virtue is like music, but you are not proud. Your taboo seems to be "detachment". You care about all plants and trees. You care about everything, but you don't hide.

Your fruit can nourish people, your wood is not solid equipment, and even your fallen leaves are excellent fuel for ignition.

But I'm really a little surprised. It is strange that everyone in China seems to have forgotten you for a long time, which seems to have started from ancient times.

I can't find your name in China's classics. I haven't read your poems praised by China poets. I haven't seen any domestic artists describe your paintings.

What the hell is going on here? Don't you think it's strange that you are an eternal witness to China culture?

Ginkgo biloba, the people of China have forgotten you. Although everyone is eating your ginkgo, everyone likes to eat your ginkgo, but I really forgot about you.

There are only people in the world who don't argue about hulled wheat, but there has never been such a common and long-lasting example of forgetting you.

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

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

A little dangerous. I am afraid that if you are unhappy, you will disappear from the land of China.

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

Ginkgo biloba, I really hope that one day people in China will worship you more, because they can eat more ginkgo biloba.

123 May 942

This is a masterpiece of singing about things and expressing feelings.

The author describes the truth, goodness and beauty of Ginkgo biloba in order to praise the long history and culture of the Chinese nation and its straightforward, solemn, determined and simple character, to carry forward the national justice and satirize the national scum who forgot their ancestors and surrendered.

The article describes the posture and characteristics of Ginkgo biloba and conveys the author's feelings. From this, we can understand the author's ambition to dare to speak out and taste the feelings contained in his works.