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Hidden Spring

Zhang Ruichao

The grass in the courtyard with dead branches and leaves was a sea of red flowers before the cold winter, and now there are no thousands of styles of flowers, and what you see is the same dry silence.

It's the middle of winter, sitting in a warm baking living room, with heated baking and the warm sun, often mistaken for spring. However, outside our dwellings, nature is the real way it is, the cold wind is biting, and the flowers and trees are all withered. There are dead branches lying on the grass, stepping on it, the softness and thickness of the dry grass make the feet feel comfortable, and the crisp "creaking" sound can be heard. The gray reeds, stubbornly swaying in the wind, are not afraid of the wind, but dance with the wind, producing a messy beauty.

Winter is here, is spring still far away? Looking around, where is the shadow of spring?

I went again to see the white stones on the side of the stream, without the moisture of water, they lay in the grass like dry old men with a dry wood, their bodies cracked and cracked, covered with wrinkles of time, which were the cracks of time, hiding untold stories. The fallen leaves of various trees such as hawthorn trees and willow trees piled up around the stones have been laid layer after layer, occasionally exposing the green of the lawn below, yellow and green, yellow is not dazzling yellow, green is not vibrant green, their colors are less moist than water, there is no spirit, everything is so peaceful and indifferent.

This is winter, a silent and desolate winter, collecting the enthusiasm of spring, summer and autumn.

The branches of the weeping willow are still hanging low, without the embellishment of the leaves, and they are light and fluttering. Fingers gently picked up a branch, only to find that it was covered with spores. I thought the wicker in winter was gray, lifeless, or even dead. And seeing those spores, the mood suddenly became joyful, because the spring that was hidden was found. Crumpled spores, tightly closed eyes, wrapped in a little bit of green, isn't that spring? I tried to confirm that it was spring, so I gently broke a small piece of wicker, heard a crisp sound of life, and saw the full green of the fracture. That little bit of green told me that it was not only alive, but also full of vitality, but hidden in the cold winter.

The branches of those seemingly dead spring flowers are also dotted with spores, and in a very few cases, they have opened a slit in their eyes to peek into this cold world. I know that the decay I see on the surface is actually hiding the spring of flowers and branches.

There are also layers of dead leaves on the grass, and under the frozen land, the underground that cannot be seen through by the naked eye, all of which hide a spring, hiding a strong vitality. It is waiting, waiting for an opportunity, and it will erupt with infinite power, enough to fill the whole earth with noise.

Even the white stones by the creek also hide spring, and a few spring rains can wake up the water and grass in the creek, and the green spirit is up, and the stones are also stained with the green of spring, and they are bright in the moisture of the water.

Human feelings have cold and warm, and the four seasons have cold and hot, and these alternating seasons and emotions are often produced in that invisible hiding. The growth of spring is hidden in the budding under the fallen leaves, the vitality of summer, the heavy fruits of autumn are hidden in the hundred flowers that bloom in spring, and the snow in winter is hidden in the thinness of autumn.

The morning sun that spews out every day is hidden in the night before. It is nature that tells us that every hope of success is hidden in the gray failure of the previous second. The Tao Fa is natural, it is so simple and simple.

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