"What are you doing?"
"I'm picking up ginkgo leaves." Lin Jiangshu smiled, "Because I think it's very special."
"Well, everything is special." Xu Jingyang paused, "Are you studying the direction of leaf veins?"
"No, I think it's quite poetic."
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"The aging of the flowers and leaves of most plants means withering away, but the falling of the ginkgo leaves is the most brilliant time in its life."
"..." This person is so strange.
Romantic and gentle literary youth Lin Jiangshu × Realistic and taciturn scholar Xu Jingyang
——Did you know? Every fallen ginkgo leaf is a letter I write to you in autumn.
Apricot leaves fall like rain, and love condenses into poetry.
Concept: You look at other people's lives from a distance and feel that they are poetic that you will not have, but maybe in the eyes of others, you are just a poem.