Tengchong Ginkgo Village, a time filled with greenery

In the rush of time, I met the green of Ginkgo Village.

The wind wraps around the village, and the hopes that sprout from spring stretch out layer by layer, spreading a piece of coolness in front of and behind the houses. There are few people in Ginkgo Village at this time, and the quiet village alleys have a special atmosphere.

Beside the low stone wall, on the trunk of the twigs, the green leaves are crystal clear and emerald, exuding a luster like jade, and the wind rhymes, swaying with a pure appearance. A person is walking slowly, looking at the surrounding shops, and can vaguely see the golden leaves flying in autumn. At this time, only the sun's dappled light casts on the wooden door, waiting for people to come and go.

At this time in Ginkgo Village, the greenery is tranquil from the very core.

I often walk in the hustle and bustle of the city, and occasionally put myself into silence, and see the world and myself with different eyes. Those lingering words that linger in my heart seem to be scattered in the wind as the ginkgo leaves stretch. inside.

They are one after another, soaked in clear light, leaving thousands of beauties to the village. Whether it is golden grandeur or green artistic conception, ginkgo leaves are wanton.

I like it to be quiet. Those thick shades block the blazing sun. The villagers gather their soles under the trees and chat. The ordinary and simple rural appearance evokes the distant and strong nostalgia in people's hearts. Many of them The picture seems familiar. Today is getting better and better, let us see things and miss them.

Walking through one village lane after another, amid the surging greenery, I could only hear the echo of my own footsteps, like the beating heart of Ginkgo Village. At this time, it has a unique and poetic feeling. .

It cannot be reproduced. Only in the greenery did I realize that the bones and blood of culture are imprinted in the village, growing from seedlings to towering trees. As time goes by, what remains unchanged is the soul of the village. . The blending of border culture and Central Plains culture bears fruit here and permeates every detail of life.

The silence made the observation more detailed. There was no time to think too much about the grand scene that was glimpsed at a glance. At that time, I was busy taking pictures, gathering with friends, and did not fully appreciate the beauty of Ginkgo Village. Now I am wandering alone, my steaming heart is all tied to the ginkgo tree, I want to be that ginkgo leaf growing against the light, waiting for the grace and tenderness of the reincarnation of time.

Someone is laughing under the tree, and the laughter floats far away. The quiet and peaceful days are full of happiness. It is a village of many people, but the greenery is rooted in my heart.

I was wandering around in the world, following the gentle wind, wasting time in the green village.

Text and pictures: Qu Yurong