Ginkgo leaves and maple leaves are at their best time to look at. The streets and alleys covered with fallen leaves are measured by feet.
The temperature is unusually high, the sun is so dazzling that it seems to be blazing, and the crown of the ginkgo tree is shining with golden light, so dazzling that it is hard to look at it.
All living beings under the tree are different.
The bones were about to fall apart, and every step was a torment, so I found a tiffany blue chair under the tree and sat down, watching the audience.
The mother threw up ginkgo leaves not far away to take pictures. In fact, many people did this. The golden rain of ginkgo leaves has its own bgm.
More people are spinning. Bright red, white, sapphire blue, colorful skirts, scarves, hair of various lengths and textures swaying and spinning under the tree repeatedly. Is this how the wind is formed? maybe partially.
Also, lying on the ground, the camera is facing some leaves. The leaves are deliberately piled up in an unintentional manner, and they are deliberately photographed for the effect of unintentional capture.
Some people came to me and picked the fallen leaves on the table in front of me, "These are not clean, they are dirty, and they don't look good when photographed" They were saying, throwing the ugly and dirty leaves back on the table , picked up two or three pieces they thought looked good and left.
Those ugly dirty leaves lay back on my hand again, and after a closer look, they were actually not that ugly. It's just that the corners are a little curled and not so flat. It may be missing a piece, or the petiole may be broken off, or the color may be uneven, and there may even be some spots and cracks.
When I was learning watercolor, I painted ginkgo leaves. In this way, when the golden color is not dry, I need to dissolve a little brown, reddish brown or earthy yellow and add green into it. Slight water stains will smudge out the old color naturally. As for the gaps and missing corners, they need to be left blank in advance, or carefully bypassed.
The so-called ugly leaves are much more difficult to draw than good-looking leaves, and require more patience and sculpting.
This makes sense, with richer forms, more complex colors, and a more ups and downs or a more storyful past.
Fortunately, they were discarded because they were not good-looking. There is no need to deliberately be thrown into the air, again and again, and then fall again.
It's strange that no one threw up the maple leaf. The dense maple leaves are still on the branches, not many have fallen, and there are already many layers of colors. Maybe not flashy enough, not photogenic enough?
Seeing the flower shop opposite, I walked over to say hello to the little girl in the shop. She is a regular customer and is very familiar with her. In the small yard, there are rows of Norbesons and Christmas reds, snowballs sprayed with fake snowflakes, and a swaying Santa Claus. North American holly, clusters are inserted in glass bottles, the red color is very pleasing.
Someone came in hurriedly, "Are you ready?" He asked the little girl in the shop.
The little girl took out a large bouquet of flowers, "It's been prepared a long time ago, do you think it's okay?"
He looked at it very carefully, and didn't seem very satisfied, "The rose is too tacky, I said I want something special"
Walking out of the store, I can still hear him complaining, it's too ordinarynot fresh enoughnot uniqueshe won't like it
When I looked up, I saw my mother waving at me. I knew that expression, calling me to take pictures. In her hand was a handful of ginkgo leaves, dazzling golden. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com