@ Share a new life after the third year of junior high school is Li Chun. Li Chun has a posture, hidden but not hairy, contained but not exposed. It seems to be a lonely earth and a barren wilderness, but it hides the wind and bone of spring and the spirit. greet

@ Share a new life

After the third year of junior high school, it is Li Chun. Li Chun has a posture, hidden but not hairy, contained but not exposed. It seems to be a lonely earth and a barren wilderness, but it hides the wind and bone of spring and the spirit.

To welcome the New Year, we must have a new look, just like Lichun, we must have a posture of Lichun. The flowers and plants that the family servants care for, intentionally water, fertilize, and cut off the withered leaves. The flowers and plants have no spirit all winter, as if they are sleeping. These days, I suddenly found that the branches and leaves began to stretch and the rhizomes shined. I was surprised that they also heeded the call of spring and quietly released the energy contained throughout the winter in the spring season.

Many years ago, during the spring season, I was walking on the streets of Hangzhou, when it suddenly rained lightly in the sky, and people began to flee in all directions, afraid of being hit by heavy rain. Just when I was trying to find a store to shelter from the rain, I slipped and fell to the ground in a panic. As I struggled to stand up, a faint fragrance wafted in, an umbrella propped up on my head, and raindrops dripped down the umbrella bone. The woman with the umbrella held out her white hand and said, Come, let's go together. I told her that I was staying at a nearby hotel, and the woman had been dropping me off at the hotel and declining invitations to let her in and sit down. Thanks, upstairs, around the bend, I glanced back, and the woman was still standing there looking at me. It is a kind of inner expression from the simplicity and kindness of the secular people, a posture of standing in early spring.

At this moment, who patrols the border line, wrapping the vines of thoughts tightly? Who is working selflessly in the early hours of the morning to meet the morning sun? Who walks into the jungles of winter and looks up at the stars in the middle of the night? Who doesn't fear the bitter cold to go to the center of the storm and look out over the canopy of spring?

Please wait a while, slow down, and look at it for a while. Waiting for The posture of Li Chun to wake up the sleeping grass, the grass will send messages to each other and collectively dress up to welcome the arrival of spring.