Qingwei | because spring lives in his heart

Text/Wu Fenyong (Fujian)

Expect spring rains

Spring, bright sunshine. The first spring rain of the year did not come suddenly, and the weather forecast overwhelmed the sky, saying that it would rain to cool down.

Listening to the sound of rain all night, even the dream was wet. Find a string of exclamation points in the cold dampness of the morning. The fallen leaves gathered together, looking up at the branches, silent; the flowers, scattered and scattered, like stars, regarded the earth as the sky.

I think of a word, alive. It should be said that spring is really coming. The little river was intercepted several times from this village to that village, singing and leaving.

I found a village where I was a stranger. Standing under the eaves, watching the pickled mustard dried on a bamboo pole, the smell is definitely not the real taste of spring.

Birdsong sounded. Birds were out of sight of me, my sky was filled with foreign rain, one after another, with fog, and I imagined a net behind me.

I would say, just start in the spring!

Tonight's spring light

It's a territory circled by lights, and if I were to shrink it down again, I would be powerless.

Hanging from the eaves was a slender light source, aggressive, exerting all its strength, and the territory was limited. Farther away, there stood people who had been away for a long time.

One flower, only one, is not lonely because there are still many greens and greenery. They all have their own shadow, which I can't get tired of reading. Bees and butterflies, go to sleep, right? I suddenly wanted to lie in this flower and learn to breathe with spring.

Dreams, too. Anyone's show of hands is goodwill help. On a bright spring day, the heart is not empty.

excuse me. Even the humblest life has its own youth. Listen to the voice, in such a desolation, what would be more exhilarating.

The wind blew up my clothes. The heartbeat from Mother Earth was slow and powerful, and the people who walked past me were draped in light and flowers.

Because, in the heart, there is spring.

Drink the next glass of water

He said, my action of drinking water is beautiful. He was sitting across from me, 1 meter apart.

I knew that at that time I was too thirsty, it was a very natural instinctive performance, not deliberate, not a performance.

When he looked at me again, I thought about what he had just said and took another drink. He repeated the sentence, then looked at me with wide eyes.

I was embarrassed to turn my head and look at my clothes, trying to find out what was different. In fact, it is pretending to be calm.

Obviously, I'm acting. Or rather, very artistic. Drinking water twice, only 30 seconds between, was enough for me to be cunning.

I raised my glass again, and he looked down at his phone. I turned my head around and just happened to see the screen, and I couldn't see what was inside.

I said, "The posture you look down at your phone is nice." He didn't look up, hmm.

I took another sip of water, and this time I was thirsty again.

The spring breeze was outside the window, overwhelmed.

Spring wakes up

Are you awake? You guess!

Your question, I don't guess.

I, with my eyes glued and my ears listening, facing the hillside, and a special rhythm of speech. On the top of the tea garden, the sun rising from dawn shines, reflecting to the back of the tea leaves, the yellow halo of geese, and the lower part of the spring song is written.

Do you remember? In the dream, frost flowers bloom everywhere, swallows cut the wind, and clouds come in the air. Outside the dream, in the countryside, the grass tip came out of the surface, recited into a sutra scroll, drowsiness and armor, the wind shivered, and decided to open the river.

Wake up, wake up!

Let the loved one look forward first, walk in the festival, and the road is longer than the eyes.

Rural children laugh out of the dimples, drunk is not wine, play out of the tricks, is the backbone of the dancing teenagers.

More and more practitioners recognize and point out that these messages emanating from the heart are just the same as the deepest feelings, as good as new.

Spring covenant

The more you go, the thinner the road and the lower the grass.

Several bends into the woods, hit the fragrance of flowers, and disappeared without a trace. The birds grazed the leaves and followed the sound, only to pick up some warm fragments from the wilderness of memory, which was my happy childhood.

Overlooking. It doesn't matter if it's picturesque or not, as long as you have the courage to take a few more steps, you can reach the top of the mountain and once again browse the spring in a panoramic way.

Is spring always here? Yellow fruit remains on gardenia trees.

Between the mountain bushes, the weak body stood up again, and the end circled several times, forming a plate, glowing with fluorescence, hanging with the smile of a country boy.

Meet the oncoming, don't be alarmed!

Out of the window

Separated by a piece of glass, a layer of paper is also attached to it, which is strong and perfect.

Like two things that cover each other, soft and hard, rising into an event, related to the do-gooder, people who only care about sunrise and sunset are holding up the fence and guessing the direction of a vine.

In front of me, this rise and fall, not the sea has waves, deliberately to fight against a wall, the peach blossoms outside the wall bloom, people come early in the spring.

Who is retrograde. The secrets inside are hidden in the tent, and the spring colors outside are swept up. There are more than two layers between, "life is growing, dreams, suffering." ”

The night, getting deeper and darker, was so dark that it needed to be lit, like beans. A nervous face, slowly approaching, with no end in sight.

The tree outside the house stood in the wind, every branch straight, every leaf stunned. It's going to frost, I don't know who to tell.

At such times, "helping me feel my own existence and know how I exist, how meaningful it is."

This spring with a mission, you are me, I am you, can be an infinitely vast window.

Pine cones and spring come early

It has been counted four times, in the direction of the southeast, northwest and southeast, the spring breeze is blowing.

The fifth time, casually casual, under the lamp, "You are serious, very beautiful." ”

If you can't find a hammer, you can also fix the tone, 15 floors, that is, 15 floors, a towering height.

Cracked, blooming, not white nor black, light tan. Like fish scales, layered on top of each other, like peaks like towers.

Running to my desk stood obediently, it made no mistakes, and it was me who had doubts.

Because at a glance, I bent down to pick it up, and on the way to the hillside behind the old house in my hometown, at the beginning of the first month, the spring was bright, so it was a little different.

Idle and thoughtless, full of spring, looking at each other is not tired. Pick it up occasionally, knock it a few times, and once the pine nuts ran out, and the winged thing would fly. Is there a deeper meaning in Anxuan, my study?

How many springs has this pine cone experienced throughout the year? Hold it in the palm of your hand, imagine the mountains, surging above the spring. Held up to the ear, the birdsong is still there.

In the dream, I met the spring girl, and we talked very long, many whispers, which lasted more than a leap month a year.

【About the author】Wu Fenyong, a native of Anxi, Fujian. Senior teacher, principal of secondary school. He is a member of the Fujian Writers Association, vice chairman and secretary general of the Anxi County Writers Association, poetry editor of Tieguanyin magazine, vice president of the Minnan Cultural Mountain Song Association, and one of the founders of the Qingxi Literary Society. He has published more than 1,000 pieces of study works in "Youth Literature", "Fujian Literature", "Stars", "Selected Essays", "Classic American Literature", "Fujian Daily" and so on. Some works have been selected for bingxin's award-winning books "There is a kind of eyes called tenacity", "Chinese prose poetry", "Minpai poetry" and so on. He has won the Quanzhou Literature Award, the Tieguanyin Literature and Art Award, etc. He is the author of the essay collection "Moonlight in the Countryside", "Dancing with Summer", "May You Touch the Truth" and the prose poetry collection "Country Oratorio".

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