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Walking alone in the evening after the rain, the cold wind pierced my face, and then there was a pain on my face. There are tall ginkgo trees on both sides of the road. The trees at this moment are pitiful, especially ginkgo trees. Because there are fallen leaves all over the ground, the yellow leaves are particularly dazzling when soaked in the rain. The thick fallen leaves are like souls lying on the ground, quietly waiting for the transcendence of the dead. Deep and shallow puddles were exposed on the ground, reflecting the brightness. Accidentally stepping on it, the waves rippled away, mixed with gray muddy water, rendering a ink painting on the ground. In such weather and evening, people always shivered, even if they were wearing cotton-padded jackets, raising their collars high and wearing hats and gloves. The breath of winter is serious, which only slowly devours the white fog people breathe out and accumulates into the winter fog tomorrow morning. The sky was washed by rain, and there was a transparent clean white. The grass under the tree in the distance now only reveals poor desolation, leaving only the dry body shaking in the wind, sketching the lines like water waves. There are two rows of long ginkgo trees beside me, and how many wind and sunshine have they been through. Every summer, there are always mottled black shadows under the trees, which give people a shade. There are always people leaning back under the trees, enjoy the atmosphere of summer. But now, there are few people under the tree, and they are not willing to stop here in the cold winter. Looking at the strong trunk of gingko, the rain dyed the most desolate notes on it, echoing alone in the winter campus. What winter brings me is not only cold, but also endless thinking, just like this gingko recording the annual rings and thinking about life. In the last season of the year, I recalled every bit of the year, picked up the memories scattered in the years again, thinking about my appearance in each season, plans and expectations for spring, the struggle and busyness in summer, the comfort and leisure in autumn begin to reflect on yourself in winter. It seems that when a year is coming to an end, there will be some regrets and melancholy, and the sadness of youth passing away. But time will pass away eventually, imagining the ticking of the clock in my mind, time really waits for no one! Where should I go? At that time, I lost my way under the ginkgo tree. Later, I understood that we should not stay, but move forward quickly, work hard and struggle, so that we may reduce our regrets in the spring of the next year, only in this way can we carry firm faith on the road of life.

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