Spring is used for waste, but all the waste is worth it

Wen | Snow Cherry

Spring is used for waste. Enjoying flowers, walking on green, flying kites, this is vanity. And the batter fried toon, toon buds are tender enough to pinch out the water; dig wild vegetables wrapped dumplings, the skin is thin and filling more green; spread leek egg cake, to choose the head stubble spring leeks, these are fine jobs, you have to have a large chunk of time, but also wasted. But, in the end, all the emptiness is worth it.

The housekeeping sister who came to work at home, in her own home is to throw her hands in the treasurer, buy and cook are all done by her husband, she has not gone to school, will not calculate accounts, and has fallen into a leisure. The only thing she can do is make dumplings. On women's day afternoon holiday, she carried a small shovel to the suburbs to dig wild vegetables, digging all afternoon, her legs squatted sour and numb, before harvesting two small handfuls of noodle dishes. After returning home, choose, wash, chop, mix with the meat stuffing that has been prepared in advance, roll up the sleeves and wrap the dumplings, and work non-stop. Listen to her, when she finishes eating, it is already 8 p.m. Her husband was not at home, she and her son did not finish eating, the next morning got up to fry dumplings, originally planned to take it as lunch at noon, but the son asked to leave. "The food in his unit canteen is also very good, but he loves to eat this bite, and he can't eat enough every spring." The eldest sister smiled and narrowed her eyes into a slit. I can imagine that her son, a handsome guy of 1.78 meters, went to work in a suit and leather shoes, and "grabbed" wild vegetable dumplings with his mother before going out, slightly shy, full of cuteness in his heart, and spread to the corners of his eyes, which is the happiness of returning to childhood.

Upstairs there was a little boy who loved to sing, in the fifth grade. I went out in the morning to meet him several times, among the children who went to school, he was always the last to go out of the house, not in a hurry, even if it was late, not like other children with a weeping expression, but carrying a school bag, pacing squarely, sometimes I hate not being able to push him forward. On weekdays, he rarely sang, only on weekends, happy like a lark, singing at home, singing out of the house, going downstairs to take out the garbage and singing, the pleasant song is like a thin gold thread, connecting happiness. For a while, I couldn't hear his singing, it turned out that his mother had given birth to a second child, and the center of the universe in the family had shifted; soon, I heard his singing again, ethereal, beautiful, trance- Now, the singing people have become two, him and his brother, he sings a sentence "Where is the spring, where is the spring", and the brother who has just turned three years old shouts in a milky voice: "Spring is in my brother's eyes, and there is the little Rarity who can sing." Rarity is his brother's breast name, which makes people wonder: Hey, what a mischievous little yellow oriole.

In the spring of Nongyin, her girlfriend Qing'er completed a big thing, not that she got her own driver's license, but that her daughter learned to ride a bicycle. When her daughter entered school in September last year, she was both demanding and strict with her children as an English teacher, and she had to punch the card on the small blackboard on time every day after school, such as how many oral arithmetic problems she did after school, how many pages of texts were prepared, jump rope and kick shuttlecocks, etc. After returning from school at noon to finish eating, I still have to hurry to hurry up and take a foreign teacher's oral language class, but the little girl is not tired, and when she talks to the foreign teacher in the air, her eyebrows are flying, showing her small teeth, which is very cute. For the matter of learning to ride, at first Qing'er was supporting behind her, tired and breathless, and she unloaded the auxiliary wheels on both sides with a fierce heart. Unexpectedly, on the fourth day, her daughter was able to ride her bicycle around by herself, and Qing'er excitedly sent a circle of friends. There was no wind in the underground parking lot, and the figure of the daughter was like a rainbow, dragging out a beautiful parabola. Perhaps, this is the gift of spring, she said. I can't help but think of a lot of childhood anecdotes, yes, what child didn't run sweaty on a windy day, and even shouted and screamed? Spring is all about opening yourself up and then stopping quietly and staring at yourself like a flower.

Spring is used to waste time, a lot of time is squandered, and even the lazy wind is wrapped in a bit of romance, just like the ancients traveled, "bathing in Yi, the wind like dancing, and the song returns." "A trace of spring water, this body and this heart, is just the clear sound of the soul." When you are young, you enjoy spring; from middle age, you cherish spring— thousands of romances, all in one: a rehearsal of death. The best at writing spring is Cao Xueqin, a "Funeral Flower Yin" and a "Furong Daughter Recitation", which is enough to establish the epic status of "Dream of the Red Chamber". Cao Xueqin's spring can accommodate the world and show the inner weather. Bao Yu wanted to put the flowers in the water, but Dai Yu said, "It's not good to be in the water, you see the water here is clean, only the first-class out, some people's places are dirty and smelly, and the flowers are still ruined." "Every time I read this, I have different feelings, where the waste is the flower, it is clear that it is youth. Youth is the theater of spring, rejecting any defilement and maintaining a pure stance. My favorite 19th time, one afternoon after the Yuan Fei Province's kiss, Baoyu woke up the napping Daiyu, the two of them talked and talked, playing and making trouble, Baoyu said, "Yangzhou has a Dai Mountain, there is a forest cave on the mountain, there is a group of rat essences in the cave", and finally dai Yu recognized it, saying: "I made you rotten!" I knew you were making me up. "A warm and cheerful afternoon, a moment that is difficult to buy, but also a peak of childhood happiness, which makes people envious." Coincidentally, Ling Guan's painting of Rose and Jia Rose's release of small birds also deeply touched people's hearts. The person who found out that Ling Guan painted roses must be Baoyu, "The original in it is already stupid, after painting one and painting one, there are already thousands of 'roses'." Bao Yu thought, "This girl must have something big to say that she can't say, so she is such a scene." Outside, this is the shape, and the heart does not know how to fry. "A girl bought from Gu Su to play Xiao Dan, why is Bao Yu so worried? It is pity and it is also a kind of repentance. Later, Bao Yu found Ling Guan and asked her to sing "Yuan Qingsi" in "Peony Pavilion", but Ling Guan refused, "The voice is dumb, the former niangniang passed into us, I haven't sung it yet!" He asked Jia Qiang to invite her, and he carried the bird to go, but he was refused again, so angry that Jia Qiang put the bird away and dismantled the cage. The book reads: "When Baoyu saw such a situation, he did not feel foolish, and only then did he understand the deep meaning of painting 'Rose'. A "stupid" word, flowing out of the vein of affection, is the world of love, but also the light of human nature.

Lingguan painting roses, Xiangyun drunken lying down, Xiangling learning poetry, Daiyu funeral flowers... It seems that the funeral flower link has made the highest sound of the whole book, highlighting human dignity and freedom pursuit. Therefore, the spring of Cao Xueqin is also our common hometown. The remaining stone of Nuwa Patching Heaven was brought to the human world by a monk, and Baoyu was born in Jia Province, because of the Yuan Concubine's relatives, Jia Fu built a grand view garden, which was a projection of the illusory realm; finally Baoyu was brought back to Qinggeng Peak by a monk, "vague and vast, returning to the great wilderness." Su Shi said, "Empty of ten thousand realms." Cao Xueqin used "love" to illuminate the "emptiness" and make life full of meaning. Therefore, this spring of thousands of purples and thousands of reds, this kind of sentient spring, has thus gone to eternity.

Spring is used for waste. I covet the wild game on the tip of my tongue, the smell of my mother, and I envy the brothers who love to sing, the little girl who learns to ride a bicycle, because they can find the shadow of my childhood: wearing a ponytail, pedaling white mesh shoes, running and jumping on the big playground on campus, singing freely, free like the wind...