In the spring, the world gradually fades the cold of winter and begins to store the warmth of summer. The bumpy bluestone pavement is paved with dead leaves that have been baked crisp by the sun, and stepping on it emits a residual fragrance. The spring breeze blew through, as If Xu Zhimo had written: "Urge that lonely tree to break its deep and long dream." I hurried over, chased after the spring breeze, I wanted to ask it, ask it, where did it go? The spring breeze ran away so fast that I didn't have time to ask about it.
I walked into the wisteria flower gallery on campus with some disappointment, and the sunlight squeezed hard through the clusters of wisteria flowers, but there were still a few inches of sunlight that could not escape and stopped on the branches of the flowers. Amazingly, a few inches of sunlight actually shone through the purple petals, and it was dyed purple, making the corridor dreamy at once. I walked deep into the flower gallery, and suddenly I saw an old man, with his hands behind his back, and after taking a few steps, he looked up, perhaps he was particularly fond of these playful flowers.
A bird flew in and stopped at a bench in the promenade. On, begin chanting the music of spring.
I looked at the fantastic scenery of this flower gallery and fell into the gods, but when I looked back, I found that the old man did not know when to leave, and in front of him appeared a spirited young man, his eyebrows were sharp but full of green and tenderness, looking intently at the book in his hand. He seemed to be disturbed by me, turned his head and looked at me questioningly, I stepped forward and apologized to him, he smiled and shook his head and said it was okay. Thus began the conversation between us, a young overseas Chinese who was born in a foreign country but had a heart for the motherland, returned to study, and only wanted to do something better for the motherland.
In the breeze, the wisteria petals fell on the young man's book, and some of the words happened to be blocked by the petals, but they still shone brightly. I looked around, and there were a lot fewer buildings around me, and the buildings that were replaced by trees and grasses had not changed at all. I was wondering, and I found that the youth were also chasing the spring, and the youth also wanted to ask it, when it would be able to live and let the spring fill the campus. The young man said that he was also a student of the Chinese Department, but I had never met him. He closed the book and prepared to leave, and we wished each other well: I hope that the next time we see each other, spring will fill the campus! He walked toward the end of the flower gallery, and I continued to walk, continuing my path of chasing spring.
Suddenly, I heard the sound of children frolicking from not far away, and I looked out to see that it was a group of children picking up the purple teng flowers that had been shaken by the wind, and they made a garland of cute purple teng flowers and put them on their heads, and the small flowers suddenly became very agile. The surrounding spring light is brilliant, the wind is warm and the spring light is just right, the scent of the tree thorn trees sneaks into the wind, secretly left on the children's clothes, the thorn tree flowers sway in the wind, and the children's smiles also swing in the wind. I thought to myself, that's what I want to chase. I want to run as hard as I can, I want to play unscrupulously in the spring like those children, I also want the spring breeze to leave the scent of flowers in the corner of my clothes, I also want this garden full of spring. I would like to ask The Spring Wind, when will it be possible for the Spring Festival to spread all over the campus? When I was taking my first step, the wisteria petals scattered at my feet were blown up by a gust of wind, like a microwave, blowing on my heart. This feeling is spring.
I rubbed my eyes, and the scene before me returned to the original appearance, the birds flew away, the youth disappeared, and the children disappeared.
It turned out that the spring wind had never left, it stopped at the branches of the thorn tree, it remained in the petals of the wisteria, it swung in the turquoise water of the lake, it passed melodiously through my hair, and it had long left a floral fragrance in the corner of my clothes. These are all full of spring, all overflowing, overflowing with air. I walked out of the wisteria flower gallery and looked around, the grass and trees were hairy, and the spring mountains could be seen. "Needless to ask, spring has quietly filled this campus. I saw an old man in the distance, with his hands behind his back, bent over, looking down at a cluster of playful flowers, and smiling contentedly.