Do you like ginkgo?
A man was sitting under the ginkgo tree, looking at the maple leaves all over the mountain. A gentle breeze blew by, caressing his cheeks. The leaves that were still green yesterday were blown red by the wind overnight. The red color in the mountains is also mixed with a bit of golden color. That is ginkgo. Autumn comes when you see ginkgo, because ginkgo never loses its autumn.
A ray of sunshine dispersed and shone on the glorious ginkgo tree. I raised my head and looked up. A ray of golden sunshine fell on me. The ray of sunshine came out from the leaves and shone on my face and my heart. My heart seemed to shine down a bright and warm beam from the dark and cold clouds.
Intention: recalling the past