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◆ Bi Huayong
Spring is coming towards me.
I am sure that after a moment of winter quiet, the sound of the revival of all things whispers through. The branches of the trees climbing, the land decorated with fallen leaves, the long dreams after the grass falls asleep, the birds that have gone away in winter, the ice of the great river unsealed, the stones exposed by the small river in the gaps, from the gentle wind of spring, between me and you drinking tea, turning some warm things into wet memories. The sun hung in the calm sky, shining brightly on the ice surface of the Wuding River, refracting back all the deep meaning of full power. Nature does not count the gains and losses, the failure, knows that there is a new life growing in the spring, even if I am in the city, I can not find a word anyway, the different people in the diverse and affordable high-rise buildings from the gap in the curtains, let the old traces, the old things and the new spring begin to know each other.
I am not the only one who has said that spring, this season with countless breaths, the young shoots that grow life, no one can identify which is flawed, thriving is the nature of every life, although there will always be floating sand in the spring, many lives have a little imperfection, but I know that life in the spring is full of hot blood, every heart is hot, after experiencing the cold of the cold winter, embracing the arrival of spring. "Endless distances, countless people, all related to me." So, after this year, I got up, no longer frowned, so calmly fell asleep in the spring, playing with the greetings sent from all directions in WeChat, brazenly talking about the changes of the year, as well as all kinds of life insights, sometimes the other party said in dialects, the indescribable pleasure in my heart, as if there were waves and water patterns, light and shadow. I suddenly stepped out of those worldly days of the past, into a deep ethereal, and a little more fantasy...
In the spring, there is no panic in the revival of all things, and every life is carefully and cautiously trekked. The older generations will always pray that there will be a good harvest this year, only because they have tried those hard days, no matter how rich the material is today, we still chew up the bitter taste of the past. Now, I and you have long since let go of the hard days, and everyone is very content, but the only thing that cannot be put down is love, the love of parents, the love of friends, can we let go? In this spring, I also think that this year's wind and rain are smooth, the villagers in the village are full of granaries, do not close their eyes, can see a smiley face...
This is the first time I have enthusiastically praised spring after many springs. The ancients had the saying "Spring River Plumbing Duck Prophet", which is not false at all, but we calm down and listen sideways, and at this time the depths of the land have begun to rhythm, and it begins to warm up and nurture new life, and also dedicates itself to mankind.
In fact, in the city, a greasy body, and the smell of wine, although the dust has fallen less, but the trembling face is gradually disappearing.
However, spring is here. Before I could wait for the singing bird to return, I opened the window and took a look at the distant mountain, a red sun rising, shining on my new face, and us...
This text is written only to my spring.
Producer: Zhang Jiahui Editor: Wei Jiangjiang Review: Ren Jianmin