By chance, I followed a photography team to Weihui to search for the Millennium ginkgo tree. You can see a gorgeous crown from a distance. Getting closer, getting closer, but it seemed that it was just to evoke your expectation. The car turned a corner and went far, and finally got off the car. It was another rolling mountain road. Then, that Millennium Gingko suddenly appeared in front of my eyes. What astonished people must be its scale. The thick trunk is surrounded by four or five people; The Crown is like a giant umbrella, covering an area almost as big as a basketball court; Standing under the tree and looking up, the old trees are not just like expanding around, it even stretches up to two feet high; Branches of the trunk extend around every or so, spreading: one of the big branches extends over, the car can walk freely under it; There is another branch which is too long and heavy to press down, and must be supported by stone mortar without touching the ground. This huge individual seems to have grown into a forest. At this time, it was the early winter season, and the leaves had fallen. The gap between the branches and leaves was very large. Looking up, the branches were pressed down layer by layer, like thick and powerful arms. On a sunny day, the blue sky can be seen, and it is set off with the full yellow color. It is very bright and beautiful. I can’t help but feel lucky that the leaves will fall to half, and they are sparse and beautiful. I think that when it is luxuriant, it, there must be a glorious scene covering the sky, but the artistic conception must be not as elegant as today’s. When the wind blows, it shakes off the wind and frost all over the floor. It flies like a yellow butterfly, spinning and churning. The floor on the ground is not willing to sing and dance softly, as if to welcome the fallen leaves to return to their roots. The Earth is the destination. The sky and the Earth are covered with yellow, no mottled color, yellow is unified, yellow is dazzling. With this golden and splendid background, the models began to dress and pose, green clothes, red skirts and white gauze fluttered, and everyone began to be busy. The reflective plates of the lighting props went into battle together, and the selection of scenery and angles kept improving, photographers surrounded the ancient trees with live ammunition. As an idler, I quietly withdrew and climbed the mountains nearby. At the same time, I was able to watch the ancient trees more and more remotely. I looked back frequently, and the ancient trees were staring at me with their usual calm. So bright, the flag is so clear. Dark cyan mountains are like black and blue, with continuous ups and downs. Rows of poplar trees are like pretty female soldiers, and straight trunks are like silver beams. They compete for the grace of sunshine and rain secretly, raising their slender necks high, but it is not inferior to Lady style. It is already winter, and the leaves closest to the sky are still swaying on the branches, shining under the backlit, which is really beautiful. There are also pine trees like small towers, dark green as ink. Persimmon Tree has no foil of fruit leaves and is alone, leaving only a dark and strange silhouette in the sky. Indeed, there is no lack of personality in nature, but, however, no matter how unique it is in this season, it is just a foil, destined to be the presentation of the background, at least today, with its huge body and dazzling yellow leaves, magnificent momentum and dazzling posture, ginkgo has been firmly in the chairman for thousands of years. It is a touch of color in silence, the noise in loneliness, the publicity in elegance and the prosperity in coldness. The red dress is still there, while the white yarn is still there. People’s persistent photography enthusiasm is beating around the bush and hitting the greedy nature of higher animals. Holding the advanced camera with flash lights, the scene was high-end and lively. The beautiful models were the bright scenery in their eyes, and whose eyes did their performance fall? The thousand-year-old trees overlook all these and hold them in a graceful and generous manner. It was born in remote mountains and villages, and grew up in this quiet village. However, it had gone through thousands of years of hardships and hardships, and it never lacked insight. At this moment, it was witnessing the pursuit and admiration of beauty by the prosperous and crazy men and women. What is beauty? Beauty? How will it be interpreted? The beauty model’s eyes are moving, and the joy of being paid attention to and becoming the focus can’t be expressed; The photography lovers are in good spirits, capturing beauty and portraying beauty. If they can’t sleep tonight, there must be a discussion and sharing about beauty appreciation; being outside, I am full of eyes, happy mood, thick heart and broad mind, isn’t it a harvest? Okay, properly, joy!

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