Sun Bingwei
Early spring in February, a Sunday morning. I consulted with my three-year-old grandson Chenchen: "Spring is coming, let's go to the park to find a spring girl, okay?" The child asked me in surprise: "Grandpa, Spring Girl is still wearing a down jacket, can she really come out?" I smiled and groaned and said to the child, "Spring Girl is waiting for us." He pouted his good-looking little mouth, shook his little head like a small rattle, stared into his eyes like "a flood of autumn water", looked at me distrustfully and asked, "Is it?" So where will she be? I said slyly and mysteriously: "In the blue sky, in the small lake, on the sunny slopes, on the branches of small trees, and in Grandpa's heart, there are many places." The little grandson looked at me for a moment, and then drummed his fleshy little slap and cheered, "Oh, great, great! ”
The sun was shining on my body, and I already felt a little warm. "Grandpa, the spring girl is there." The child tugged at the corner of my coat and pointed to the blue sky, telling me to look up quickly. I quickly looked up and saw that in the clear blue sky, there were more than a dozen colorful kites flying in various shapes. The little grandson shouted excitedly, "Ah, ah, the black is a big bird, the big red is a string of rock sugar gourds, ah, the color is a big flower basket, ah, ah, that is bald head strong..." I praised the child, "It was our little Chenchen who was the first to find the spring girl." A poem suddenly flashed in my mind: "Grass long warblers fly in February days, whisking willows drunk with spring smoke." Children return from school early and are busy taking advantage of the east wind to release paper kites. "There are pictures in the poem, and the scenes blend together, how appropriate."
"The wind rises and blows a pool of spring water." A few snow-white geese, gray ducks were splashing in the water. I tentatively asked the child, "Can you still remember King LuoBin's "Wing Goose"?" As soon as the words fell, Chen Chen recited it with excitement, "Geese and geese, song to the heavens, white hair floating green water, red palm plucking the waves." I nodded and asked him, "The lake is warm now, who knows first?" "Three or two branches of peach blossoms outside the bamboo, the prophet of the spring river plumbing duck." Chen Chen stood up her small chest and answered me proudly.
"Grandpa, you're going to see The Spring Girl!" Looking down at the little grandson's small hand, the willows on the lakeside, on the long branches of the man, grew tender green new leaves, the silk drooped, stretching out the waist of the graceful na in the spring breeze. There are a few bunches of spring hanging from the cliffs, and clusters of goose yellow are blooming on the swaying branches. Before I could ask a question, Chen Chen learned the tone I usually taught him, and recited He Zhizhang's "Wing Liu" with frustration: "Jasper is made into a tree high, and ten thousand green silk tassels are hanging down." I don't know who cut the fine leaves, and the spring breeze in February is like scissors. "Good!" Several tourists applauded and applauded together.
Ahead is a small sunny hillside. In the distance, the stars are dotted, extremely faint, hazy, and seem to have a green color. I pulled at my little grandson and said, "Look at you, Spring Girl! Chen Chen ran, jumped, laughed, and shouted, causing a puppy to bark and run with joy. Several birds fluttered and rumbled and flew up the branches. Before reaching the slope, Chen Chendong looked at it, looked at it, and asked me incomprehensibly, "Hey, Grandpa, why is there no green grass that you just saw?" I said to him, "You crouch down and take a closer look." On the sunny slope, a little green, a cluster of green, sparse spring grass buds, are all probing the little head. There are also several unknown small wildflowers that proudly bloom with small round faces. I pretended to regret and said to Chen Chen, "If you look at it from a distance, you must have forgotten that Tang poem." The little guy tilted his little head and blinked his eyes and thought about it, and suddenly pulled a long cavity and chanted triumphantly to me: "The rain on the sky street is as moist as crisp, and the grass color is close but nothing." I took my little grandson in my arms and couldn't help but kiss his little cheek.
"Grandpa, didn't you say you also had a spring girl in your heart?" Chen Chen asked me curiously. "Yes," I replied with a smile. "Does Grandpa also have kites, big white geese, treetops, and small green buds in his heart?" Chen Chen asked again.
I did not answer him immediately, looking at the spring color in front of me, but I was thinking, the spring girl is in my heart, in the hearts of our people. In the years to come, the days will surely be better. Our hearts are always the sunshine of spring!
I laughed, the kids laughed, and the tourists laughed. In this beautiful spring, we listened to the footsteps of the spring girl, watched the spring girl walk through the left traces, and looked forward to the thousands of purples and thousands of reds that the spring girl was about to bring, and my heart was intoxicated...
Author Sun Bingwei Member of China Prose Literature Association Member member of Shandong Provincial Prose Literature Society
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