Influenced by the climate of the Wuling Mountains, spring in western Hunan itself came late, and this year came even later.
On the weekend, I came to the shore of Yuanshui, where the dry grass on the riverbank seemed to be sleeping, but the river was tender green and the color was particularly soft. The sunlight shines in the water, emitting a warm light that makes people want to touch it, to dip the water and pat it on the face. Spring is coming, and this river has the breath of spring and the feelings of spring.
Along the levee against the river, long rows of willow trees come into view. They all say, "I don't know who cut out the fine leaves, and the spring breeze in February is like scissors." "But why didn't you see the young willow leaves?" I approached the willow tree and saw that the trunk was the size of a bucket and covered with soft branches, like a girl's long hair fluttering in the spring breeze. There are countless branches extending on the main trunk, and under the branches, large and small, there is a layer of brown-green epidermis, and countless branches are derived from the skin, which is "ten thousand hanging green silk".
And the wind blows, and the branches sway slowly. Look closely at this slender willow branch, a little reddish-brown bag one or two inches apart, it is the willow branch that is bursting buds. Look again, the yellow oriole at the tip of the tree is singing a crisp song, jumping happily from this branch to that root, free and free, without a sense of fear.
Leaving the river, I came to Liu Xiao Forest Park in the east of the city. Walking through it, I saw a layer of green goose-yellow shoots on the paulownia, and the buds were ruspitable and tender, with a soft light.
Entering the fields of the village to the east, I saw patches of rape blossoms blooming, while the peach trees in the courtyard had not yet seen flowers. On the mountain, seven or eight cultivating cattle eat grass without distraction, two or three boys ride on the back of the ox to play, and four or five women sit on the field and bask in the sun while holding insoles, saying that the parents are short. In the village, diligent villagers are repairing the damaged dams and ditches; harvesting white radish that grows wildly in winter, making dried radish, shredded radish, salted radish, and sour radish; cleaning the verdant greens and cabbages, and drying them one by one in the field to make dried plum vegetables.
At this time, the vendors who collected mountain goods also drove into the village, tianma, eucommia, cinnamon, mushrooms, kudzu, ferns, wild shoots, etc., bundled on the car, replaced by a stack of banknotes into the pockets of villagers, adding a happy background to the revitalization of the countryside.
Spring light cannot be shut down. Just after the sting, xiaocheng Chenyang was like a big wine glass, filled with spring light like qiong pulp and jade liquid. On the street, women change into spring clothes and float by, beautiful and safe, free and relaxed, interpreting the fashion and romance of the emergence of generations.
Citizens called on friends and accompanied their families to leave the reinforced cement and mud and get in close contact with nature. Every day, as long as you open the WeChat circle of friends, the spring tour of the brush is beautiful, and the excitement continues.
Leaving Liu Xiao Forest Park, I came to the old city. Climbing to the top of Xiongshou Mountain, I was like returning to my childhood, my eyes were fixed on the bees and butterflies flying in the flowers, listening to the rhythm of life, the trees were my best companions, and the warm wind brought me good memories. I really can't bear the passage of time, and I want to stay in the spring light forever.
Ascending to the far side, the sun in the distance is west, and the kites on the river embankment are still setting sail. The spring breeze caressed my face, walking through the green forest, and from time to time I saw springs clanging, bees buzzing, birds chirping... Spring is so much delicate.
There is a spring hidden in everyone's heart, natural and unnatural. Although the natural spring is long overdue this year, the spring of the soul has always been in my heart.
Author Zhou Xin.
【About the Author】
Zhou Xin is the vice chairman of the Writers Association of Chenxi County, Hunan, a member of the Chinese Prose Literature Association, and a member of the Hunan Writers Association. He has published novels, poems, essays and literary criticism in public journals such as China Finance and Economics News Literary and Art Supplement, Young People, Ginseng Flower, Western Prose Anthology (Original Edition), Hunan Literature and Contemporary.