People come early in the spring. Spring is always with the warm wind, with the brilliant flowers, with the diligent labor, with the vigorous hope.
The People's Daily Dadi Supplement recently invited Zhao Lihong, a writer from the People's Progressive Party, to write articles to feel the spring and record the spring. Let us follow Zhao Lihong and embrace this beautiful spring together!
The footsteps of spring
Who can stop the footsteps of spring? When it was time to come, she came quietly. The wonderful sound of footsteps resounded in the air, in the wilderness, in every corner of the world. It was the sound of glaciers cracking, the cheerful chirping of birds flying from the sky, the chatter of fish in the flowing water, and the spitting of flowers in the warm wind.
The cold wind is still whistling, and the footsteps of spring are already ringing around us. At this moment, the two plum trees under my window were blooming, and the golden flowers spat out wisps of fragrance, fluttering in the cold of spring. The plum that blooms in the cold is the smile of the spring girl, and the prologue of spring is quietly pulled apart in this fresh smile.
This is the seventieth spring in my life. Life is in such a hurry! I have used words countless times to describe the face of spring I see, to record the echo of the footsteps of spring in my heart. In my memory, spring is the inspiration of life, hope and longing.
Regarding the footsteps of spring, there are different records in each journey of life. I can still find diaries from more than fifty years ago. At that time, I was a "zhiqing" and "cut in line" in my hometown of Chongming Island. At night, I lived in a thatched hut, the north wind whistled outside the window, and the thin quilt wrapped around the tired body, and it was too cold to sleep. In the morning, when the sky was dark, I was suddenly awakened by the sound outside the window...
I wrote in my diary at the time:
In the morning, someone tapped on my window. When I opened the window, I found that it was the peach tree outside the window that knocked on the window. The wind blew the peach trees, and the branches shook and hit my window. The peach blossoms on the branches are waiting to be released, the dew flashes on the buds, the morning glow shines on the branches, and a rose-colored yin red...
What is a wonderful omen for flowers knocking on the window? ...... I got up, opened the window, and let the bud-filled branches into my little thatched hut. Hello Spring, thank you for coming to me in this way.
In 1977, the college entrance examination was resumed, and that year, I took the college entrance examination. In the spring of 1978, when I went to the Chinese Department of East China Normal University with my luggage to report, it was like a dream. At that time, what was seen in the eyes, heard in the ears, and felt in the heart were the breath of spring. We listened to professors talk about history and literature in the classroom, read world famous works in the library, and displayed newly written poems on the walls of the corridor outside the classroom. At night, in the dormitory, I read a book in the glimmer of a flashlight and listen to all kinds of good news on the ground on the semiconductor radio. The changes brought about by reform and opening up are exciting and surprising every day. I couldn't help but write poems, write essays, express my feelings. Once, I wrote a long poem on two pieces of waste paper, entitled "Spring, Please Settle in China", expressing the joy of ushering in spring, which includes this verse:
You have returned with everything that has been swept away by winter,
On the vast expanse of land, there is a vigorous recovery everywhere
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In your angry footsteps,
A youthful and radiant China will surely rise!
One morning, a classmate ran to my dorm room and told me, "Go and see, one of your long poems was published in the newspaper!" "I walked to the newspaper column downstairs in Wenshi, only to see a lot of people watching there. The long poem was published in the supplement of Wen Wei Po and was very eye-catching. I glanced outside the crowd and quietly walked away. At the back door of the Wenshi Building, I happened to meet Professor Xu Zhongyu, then the head of the department of Chinese, who called out to me with a smile and said, "I read the poem you published today, very good, and wrote out the mood that we all have." ”
Writing this poem is already a distant thing. More than forty years later, the poem was recited on various occasions. I think it's not how well the poem is written, but people have always had a love and love for spring.
In the past two years, I have gone out less, and I have more time to sit in the study and read and write. Outside the west window of my study, there is a large camphor tree, no matter spring, summer, autumn or winter, the canopy is always green, and from time to time birds that I do not know fly to the tree and sing, and sometimes fly to the windowsill, through the glass window, peeping at me sitting at the desk with bright eyes. It is a wonderful thing for human beings to have trees, flowers and birds as friends. A tree, a meadow, a bird song can make cities and countryside lose their borders. I like to stare out the window at the greenery and think about my thoughts.
The footsteps of spring, still as scheduled, stirred up a wonderful echo in my heart. Many thoughts hidden deep in the heart sprouted in the footsteps of spring and awakened. It is a contemplation and expectation of life, like a dream in a dream, an uninhibited whimsy, a childlike innocent fantasy. During the epidemic prevention and control period, I wrote a long novel "Tree Child". A boxwood tree that has grown for a hundred years, with wisdom and spirituality in my novels, escapes from a wildfire, is carved into a cute child, and begins a strange wandering and exploration. The experience of the tree child in the world made him feel the love of the world, and also saw the meticulous care of nature for living beings. The wandering of the tree children ends in the spring when they return to the earth. In the footsteps of spring, the tree child takes root and grows leaves in the thawed soil and becomes a young tree again.
At the end of the novel, a yellow oriole sings in a tree. And let me conclude this short article with this song:
This ever-changing earth,
Let's sing for life together.