I stand in the middle of the ginkgo forest path, the camera in my hand, and I can’t help but be struck by the beauty of the scene before me. The vibrant yellow leaves of the ginkgo trees create a canopy overhead, and the sunlight filters through, casting a warm glow on the path.
As I take pictures, memories flood back to me. I remember the first time I came to this forest, as a child. My parents had brought me here, and I had been awestruck by the sea of yellow leaves. We had walked through the path, and I had reached out to touch the leaves, feeling the texture and the warmth of the sun on my skin.
I also recall a visit I made to this forest with my friends, during our university days. We had come here on a crisp autumn day, and the leaves had been at their peak. We had taken countless pictures and had enjoyed a picnic on the forest floor. I remember the laughter and the sense of camaraderie we had shared that day.
Another memory that surfaces is of a walk I took here with my significant other. The leaves had started to fall, and the ground was covered in a blanket of gold. We had held hands and talked about our future plans, and I remember feeling content and at peace.
As I take the last shot and put my camera away, I realize that this ginkgo forest path holds many memories for me. It’s not just a beautiful place but it’s a place that holds many special moments in my life. I feel grateful for each and every experience and memories that I have here.