Deciduous dream

I seem to dream back to its newborn, a child around the tree, pointing and jumping, calling "duck feet, duck feet." Grandpa could always read her mind and lay her gently on his shoulder so that she could touch her nascent spirit. She said to herself: Grow up quickly. I seem to dream back to a summer afternoon, the dark ginkgo tree under the diffuse ink, she lay on the desk looking at grandpa leisurely, muddled in listening to that sentence "word such as the heart", she did not know who the temples have been grey. Only secretly said: grow up quickly. I seem to dream back to ginkgo harvest season, the adults scrambled to pick, in addition to the wind leaves rustle, there is a cough after a gasp. She did not understand the sadness of autumn, gently picked up a fallen leaf, sandwiched between the pages, secretly think: grow up, will be good. I think, let the paper squeeze more than a trace of ginkgo water, become dry and crisp straight, can let it stay longer, longer. Finally, I ran to the tree with the bookmark full of joy, looking around the table as before, but the ink had already dried.