——When the late spring comes, watching the irretrievable inch of the season fade into red, and the green attacks the city and plunders the land day by day, about the hearts of the people can't help but have some feelings... Fortunately, as far as I am concerned, it is not all about hurting spring, but lamenting that time is like water.
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April of the Gregorian calendar, the third month of the lunar calendar, is often referred to as late spring.
Late spring, literally, is the end of spring, the last stage of spring.
An important node in the arrival of late spring is Qingming.
When the late spring came, watching the season irretrievable inch fade red, green day by day to attack the city and plunder the land... The sense of time awakened in an instant, a good time, and it stung the heart like this.
But my understanding is that the end of spring is a relative concept, and to say that the end of spring is actually deep spring.
In the depths of spring, one end is withering and the other is growing.
At this time, the earth and warmth are clear, the flowers and trees of various colors fade and shine, and the fruit trees begin to turn into the fruit growth period, green leaves, grass, crops... And all the green between heaven and earth, all began to grow, turning into the most vibrant period of spring - the four words of green fat, red and thin, which most appropriately depicted the time of this festival.
The Southern Song Dynasty Zhang Yu wrote well: The weather is fresh when xiaolai comes, and it is late spring when it is dry. Flowers fall and warblers talk to themselves, and the east wind blows water with fine scales.
Such sentences are atmospheric, clear, green, upward, and instantly get people out of depression and sadness.
At this time, there is no need to taste it, you just need to immerse yourself in this clear and beautiful blue, look at the time note, the spring in your eyes is as always, and the spring on your heart is not alarming.
What I understand is that time is like water, and as much as it rushes by, how much gradually forgets each other. Whether it is turning around suddenly, or occasionally looking back, whether it is re-giving new words, or being gentle in the old chapter, everything has long ceased to be withered or reborn, and the days are flowing away day by day...
Twilight, what a beauty!