A small ginkgo biloba leaves the branches, the thick branches where it has been lodged for so long.

Reluctantly, it turned around and waved goodbye to the century-old ginkgo tree. Then, with a hint of coolness in the autumn breeze, it twisted its still golden body and started a new journey.

Since leaving the place he was familiar with, leaving the tall and majestic ginkgo tree, the little ginkgo realized that the outside world was so big.

Following the brisk pace of the wind, it floats over the city, overlooking the brightly lit homes. It floated through the golden fields of autumn, and the plump ears of wheat swayed in the wind, making it itch.

It itched so hard that it couldn't help but laugh and fall into the brook that flowed in the countryside. It flows down the babbling stream of white silk and eventually joins a turquoise lake.

Lying on your back on the calm surface of the lake, the surface of the lake sparkling in the sun is so pleasant. The little ginkgo couldn't help but hum a song, and its song unconsciously attracted a little yellow warbler dressed in colorful clothes on the branch of the tree on the shore.

The little yellow warbler tilted its head to admire it for a while, then fluttered its wings over the calm lake, picked up the thin body of the little ginkgo with its long beak, and stirred up ripples, and then flew off into the distance.

The little ginkgo biloba soared freely in the sky with the little yellow warbler, and it felt as if it had grown a pair of beautiful wings.

They hovered low for a while, and then traversed a sea of people. Little Ginkgo had never seen so many humans, they gathered together, some of them stretched their eyebrows, some frowned, some wanted to cry without tears, and some laughed heartily. Little Ginkgo didn't know what the different expressions on their faces represented, but she thought it was very vivid and interesting.

They flew over a park, and Little Ginkgo spotted a girl sitting on a park bench with a thick book in her hand. She was reading intently, her mouth unconsciously following the silent reading.

This aroused the interest of the little ginkgo, which writhed from side to side and broke free from the little yellow warbler's mouth. The little ginkgo biloba kept controlling its fluttering body, which was sometimes to the left, sometimes to the right, and slowly fell on the open page of the girl's hand with the gentle autumn breeze.

The girl looked at the ginkgo leaves from nowhere with a look of surprise and surprise, and she looked around, but none of them were ginkgo trees. She looked up at the clear sky again, and the blue sky stretched as far as the eye could see.

"Maybe it's some kind of special fate." A shallow smile appeared on the corner of the girl's mouth. She closed the book softly, got up and quietly left.

Looking east from the window, the eastern sky was just revealing the white of the fish's belly. The whole sky began to slowly wake up with the arrival of the morning, gradually changing from light gray to a brilliant red. Everything was shrouded in this hazy red glow, as if it were dressed in a beautiful and gorgeous new garment. After a while, a red sun rose from the east and lit up the entire sky.

Facing the warm sun in the early morning, Su Yue stretched her waist greatly. She walked over to her desk and opened the Jane Eyre book she had read in the park yesterday.

She gently picked up the ginkgo leaf tucked between the pages and carefully observed its tiny body with distinct meridians. This thin little ginkgo is like a small golden fan, lying quietly and obediently in Su Yue's palm.

Where did it come from? Does it have a story of its own?