Han Ming's work: Asking for spring news

Standing in front of the window, staring at the solemnity of the season withering and reincarnation outside the window, remembering the smile and greenery of the flowers and trees that filled the garden yesterday - silently asking, where is this spring? It should have been the season of falling snow, but outside the window was still a frame of sparse and withered mottles. When it comes to winter, the season of indifference kills the withering of a garden's life. There is no frost and snow, no freezing rain, and the relentless dry winter contrasts the loneliness of indoor and outdoor life.

Outside my window is a garden of pleasant spring. Throughout the year, different flowers and trees will tell you the change of seasons in flower language and tree language; sometimes, if you glance at the clothes of the trees and smell the fragrance of the flowers, you will know the appearance of the seasons. At the moment, the epidemic has chilled people's mood with the cold winter, and outside the window is a blank heart of indifference and sorrow. The heart has a direction, and the eyes are also dazed by the loss outside the window. On the ground, a touch of spring color came into view, and between the branches near the window, a magnolia sprouted buds with buds; milky white buds with a faint goose yellow light green, and one grain wrapped in fine fluff embraced the dry branches. The buds are small, but each one holds its indomitable head high, showing the power of life upwards. This power is enough to shock the eyes of the eyes outside the window; this power tells me, "The west wind awakens the sleeping earth, and if winter comes, will spring be far away?"? I was amazed by the tender joy of this glimpse of the window, and I admired how strong this weak life was, and I was not afraid of the slaughter of the cold winter of the waxing moon. I thought to myself, where is this just the bud of a tree, it is clear that the season is the news of the early gift of life and spring in this garden.

In front of the warm window, there is a display of green and delicate, and on the bay window, there are potted unknown flowers and grasses, although ordinary, but still emerald red and proud to grow. I know that flirting is not just about liking; loving, sometimes pampering. Looking out the window at a different scene - this thin and transparent piece of glass seems to determine the environment in which life lives, the world is very wandering, there is hate and love, there is warmth and coolness; and why is this sea of busy people full of injustices of nobility, rich and poor. The seasons are silent, it only knows that the life of this garden is looking forward to the news of spring.

In the Qing Dynasty, Cha Shenxing had a poem "Langyuan moves the roots to be hardy, and this flower ends meet in the snow", which refers to the magnolia flowers blooming in the snow. I didn't know that the holy magnolia embryo was in such a cold season, and I didn't know that it was so difficult to bloom; but I knew that it made me see the indomitability of life on the shore and the hope of a window of spring. I approached the window and looked closely at the magnolia tree, where the enthusiasm of life gathered, to feel the squirming in its belly from each bud, to hear the sound of flowers blooming from its swaddling corolla. At this time, if the snow falls, I think that magnolia tree will definitely look forward to blooming, because it knows that the world needs the comfort of spring, the warmth of spring. Spring is the life of the season, life and life support and love, this world is not so cold.

Ask the spring news, not only in the spring river of plumbing, nor only in the tender green goose yellow of the willow silk on the shore, only the budding magnolia outside the cold window is enough to use its firmness and perseverance to break through the ravages of the frost and rain, and to report the news of spring to you in the face of the meager warm light of the winter sun.

The news of spring is the fervent hope of every life, the soul needs to be soothed, and life longs for spring; do not anger the cold Xuanying, do not pity the ruthlessness of the years, and the season of life will eventually experience spring, summer, autumn and winter. Spring is outside the window, spring is in the heart field, when the magnolia flowers are angry on the branches, when the green of hope dyes all over the wilderness, this earth, this world, must be spring full of people, peaceful and warm.