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The story of spring

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The story of spring

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I've always loved spring because there's wind, there's rain, there's peach blossoms, there's apricot blossoms... And the stories that happen in the spring. Those stories are blown by the spring wind, like a seed, rapidly taking root and sprouting in the depths of the heart, opening up beautiful flowers!

The story of spring

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The sun, very gently sprinkled in the yard.

The apricot blossoms of that tree, pink and tender, bloomed exceptionally brilliantly. Grandma sat alone under the almond tree, guarding the equally lonely old yard.

The wind, gently blowing, petal after petal of apricot blossoms, quietly drifted down, falling on Grandma's head, body, feet.

It's spring.

Grandma whispered. To the dilapidated old house, to the apricot blossoms full of trees, to the little flower cat that snored, to the grain of sunshine!

Grandma loves spring, it's a season of life, a season of vitality.

It's like that tree of apricot blossoms.

That is the hope of life.

Just like Grandma, every spring is a fresh start.

Spring, it's a magical season. She can let the flowers wither or let the flowers bloom again. She can make many things in the world repeat themselves over and over again, just like those who have passed, and the past things have been repeated in her mind over and over again. Like Grandma, struggling again and again from the brink of death to come back to life. It's like a dead tree, every spring, re-roots, sprouting, growing!

In those years, Grandma was lonely, alone, an old courtyard; in those springs, Grandma was lively, because there were apricot blossoms, there were little flower cats, there were a few chickens, and the spring light that filled the garden!

The story of spring

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In the spring of the second year after Grandma left, Grandpa planted a toon tree at the root of the south wall of the old yard.

Grandpa hated toon, just as Grandma hated winter. However, Grandpa still planted it. Perhaps, this is to miss grandma, perhaps, but also for a little comfort in their own hearts.

Grandma likes to eat toon, and every spring, Grandma will get some toon and make a variety of toon dishes despite Grandpa's objections.

Today, Grandma is gone, and Grandpa likes toon instead. Unexpectedly, it was such a small toon tree, in a few years, it grew into a large and strong toon tree, and there were many small toon trees growing around, and the entire south wall root was occupied by those toon trees. I once asked grandpa one spring why so many toon trees were not removed, and grandpa looked at the cluster of tender green toon buds, bowed his head and said nothing, looking slightly sad. At that moment, my heart suddenly hurt. Yes, grandparents have gone through decades of ups and downs, noisy and noisy for decades, and in the end, they are still gracious and loving for decades. After Grandma left, Grandpa kept all the memories of Grandma, the apricot tree in the courtyard, the little flower cat sleeping and snoring in the corner of the wall, the night incense outside the courtyard wall, and even the toon tree that Grandpa disliked the most, Grandpa also planted at the root of the wall in the yard...

All of this happens repeatedly and in every spring, and is playing out, in the lonely old courtyard.

The story of spring

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I whispered, to the tree of apricot blossoms, to the wisps of spring wind, to the grains of sunshine...

I felt as if I were seeing my grandparents, sitting under an apricot blossom tree, saying something, with a big smile on their faces.

I love spring, I like the fluttering of apricot blossoms, I like the death of peaches, I like the stories that happen in spring, the people in the stories, the things in the stories!

I think that as long as there is spring, there will be stories happening, just like the stories of grandparents, like those stories in the old courtyard, under the blowing of the spring wind, taking root, sprouting, and blossoming into beautiful flowers!

The story of spring

Author: Wang Yonggang, post-80s, a native of Qishan Town, Rizhao Ju County, Shandong Province, an ordinary laborer, an ordinary word lover, and a person born for love!

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