Drunken spring water
Text/Wang Chunran
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The wind rises and blows a pool of spring water.
I reveled in the clear spring water.
Bright spring water, you have been suffocating for a winter! Otherwise, why are you always smiling at the spring breeze, and the ripples that ripple on the layers are clearly the message announcing your return!
The hard ice armor and the thick snow coat cover the breath of your life, but they can't lock in your vitality. No, you melted the ice armor and lost the snowcoat. No, you are busy nourishing the earth and weaving dazzling multicolored garments. oh! That fish swimming around, but busy threading needles for you? yes! The blisters that keep bubbling, but the happy gasps of your nap? The naughty little friend still put a large stone into the water: "Bang", you laugh, the laughter splashes around, he also laughs, laughs and hides, hides and laughs. hehe! You're blaming him! I guess you definitely need a stone to slowly hammer your kasumi!
I said to myself: Hey! There you are. You get it! The rushing shore is tacit understanding. I reached out to hold you and touch the breath of spring, but you crossed your fingers and still loved to play. I just wanted to blame you, but suddenly I thought that you are not all playful, and the small droplets of water left in the palm of your hand have not removed the cold of winter and risen with the warm memories of spring! Hello miserly! The droplets of water all over your palms are anxious to call back, "ding-dong", "ding-dong", "ding-dong", and the crisp sound of spring echoes in your ears.
So, once again, I let my hand play with you, gently paddling and slowly turning into a sweet rotation. Look – shy! With a gentle touch, a turn, smooth and warm cheeks, there are traces like girlish dimples. Yingying smiled and the spring breeze spread out layer by layer. hi! Do you still expect the shepherd boy's loud piccolo in the distance? Or is it a rain of flowers? scold! I'm drunk, drunk! I seem to see that under your nourishment, the earth is full of poetry. Whether it is "the peach blossoms on the face of the person are red" or "the warbler is just crying", I can't tell. Oh, drunk, drunk! I don't want you; how can I give you up? If I can cut your belt, I will give it to the light dancer, who will be able to lift it in the wind. If I can make you think of your eyes, I will give it to the blind sister who is good at singing; she will have good eyes.
【About the Author】Wang Chunran, a native of Yanggu, Shandong, works at Liaocheng Experimental Middle School, is a member of Liaocheng Writers Association and Liaocheng Poets Association.