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In the spring.
I know that spring has come.
Although I don't know exactly when it came.
Maybe it was on a cold snowy night,
Or maybe it's on a warm morning when cooking smoke rises,
Or maybe it's in countless ordinary afternoons or dusks that I've missed.
But I know, it's already coming.
It was the night when the plum blossoms in Nanshan Bloomed.
There was still heavy snow in the sky, and in the empty valley, the moonlight was like a poet, using white snow as ink, dipping a stroke in the east and dipping a stroke in the west, quietly waking up the plum blossom. Plum blossoms are dyed in two places, and the white and empty world is instantly fainted by the red plums dotted with stars, smeared with a little rouge, a little intoxicating.
The pattern of winter fades, and the colors of spring gradually become intense.
Counting the calendars, it was six or nine days, and even the cold became gentle. When I went out to see, the willow trees by the river also inadvertently sprouted small buds. It is always said that spring comes to the human world, and only then do we realize that spring is indeed "coming" to the human world.
You don't know exactly when it came, but that's how it came, leaving you at a loss, making you unable to restrain yourself, surprising and panicking, and thrilling. This is probably the most distinctive magic of spring.
I think probably no one can refuse spring. There is infinite joy in the world, but there is no earlier and more joyful than spring.
Many beautiful words are also interlinked with spring. Chaohui, Spring Sunset, Tea Mountain, Xincui, Green Wave, Peach Blossom, Spring Forest, Moonrise, Spring Water... If what you see is spring, your heart is naturally full of spring ripples.
Jiangnan grass is long, miscellaneous peanut trees, and warblers fly wildly. This is the color of spring, and it is also the precursor of spring.
Chinese poetry is often used to fu bi xing, fu is pomp and circumstance, bi is flexible, xing is the introduction. Spring, it is a wonderful poem, sprinkled with foreign flowers, written from February; peach red willow green, spring river plumbing, flexible and fresh; full of excitement, fun, the vitality of the four hours is drawn from spring. Such a fresh and eagerness is to truly return meaning to life.
Zhang Kejiu wrote in "The Full Moon of Man and the Book of The Mountains", What is the matter in the mountains, Pine Blossom Brewing, Spring Water Sencha. With just a few words, the poetry of spring flowed out of the paper.
The empty mountain is covered in spring colors, and it is covered with February flowers.
If you can, be willing to live in the spring for the rest of your life.
Spring is actually a verb.
Neruda wrote in Twenty Love Poems and a Song of Despair, "I'm going to do it in you, what spring does on the cherry tree." "Gorgeous but not frivolous, intense but heartwarming." It's probably spring.
The night moon is a curtain of dreams, and the spring breeze is ten miles of tenderness. Spring will give birth to romantic poetry, but also to the love of foolish love, as well as the love of the sunny spring flowers, the eagerness for ordinary life.
When spring occurs, plum blossoms, apricot blossoms, and pear blossoms will gradually bloom; Jiangnan, smoke and rain, and weeping willows will also gradually flourish. Spring water is just born. What slowly opens up is not a river of spring water, but a bright February day, a new hope that lives endlessly in the world.
It can be seen that spring is indeed a verb.
No one can refuse spring. Because the pursuit of the essence of life is poetic, man should inhabit the earth poetically.
People need flowers and grasses, spring flowers and autumn moons, some useless beauty, and some real poetry left to themselves in ordinary life.
I once saw such a sentence, "Gentle people can create a spring everywhere", and suddenly they were hit on the center string. I think it is probably because they have a spring in their hearts, so they are gentle and poetic, and they can really understand the beauty of this world, and they can really face the heart, not worry or fear.
If there is spring in the heart, there is no wind and no rain at four o'clock, and every day is sunny and flowers bloom every day. Even in the cold winter, it is like living in the spring, there is no need to look forward to the arrival of spring, nor to mourn the departure of spring.
People who live in the spring are like the people in the mountains, pine blossom wine, spring water sencha, there is a flower blooming every day in the plain, it is a cold winter waxing moon, and there is also a peach and plum spring wind in the heart.
So, just live in the spring.
Because, those who live in the spring, every day is spring.
Text | Kiyoko
Photography | Huanan
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