A night of spring breeze

Spring is coming, and the peach blossoms in the field in front of the building are as bright as clouds, and the spring is stronger than wine.

In the old days, Xiao Jing liked to drag me to go shopping, we dressed up as beautiful as spring, looked back at the eyes of others, pretended to be indifferent, but our hearts were very useful. But one spring night, I had been pretending to be as deep as a philosopher, frowning and thinking about life, and the wind around me had a warm feeling, and there was a fragrance of flowers, so I made a decision: hide myself. To put it mildly, it is called the hidden rivers and lakes, and it is accompanied by words. So, I went to the computer room where there was only a huge wolf dog to accompany me on weekdays, and the yard full of flowers and plants in the computer room was like a paradise.

I "hid" myself very deeply, running in the four seasons of spring, summer, autumn and winter, and all I kept was a computer, one year after another, year after year, so I accidentally passed ten years, ten years of trance like a deep dream. How many good times, just like this, slipped away, sometimes I think suddenly burst into tears.

On another warm, intoxicating spring evening, I decided to separate from the computer. I was like a little flower snake that had hibernated all winter, yawning, and it was time to get out of the cave.

I changed into a light spring coat, "squeaked" opened the door, the fresh smell of earth on the spring night surrounded me, the trees were pumping tender buds, the little buds that were like a comma were clearly visible in the moonlight, an unknown small tree was full of chirping and cheering flowers, but there were no leaves, like ink paintings in the dark night. Spring night, there is a moon, there is a wind, the wind and the moon are boundless.

Strolling through this spring night with the fragrance of light flowers reminds me of Yu Dafu's "Spring Breeze Drunken Night". I imagined Yu Dafu's spring night, a little bitter, spring, did not bring hope to Mr. Yu, he was facing a struggle for life, although the faint love also sprouted in the spring, but the room of life made him have no intention of expressing love, full of paper stained with melancholy. Mr. Yu hid in the attic every day to read, only to come out for a walk at night, until he received a bill of contributions on the way home, he felt that the weather was warmer, thinking "About the spring light is already old", I can't imagine Mr. Yu's embarrassment, only to know that his depression has deeply infected me.

About a hundred years later, a woman also hid in the attic every day to read and write, and only came out for a walk at night, so that after receiving a bill of payment, she was very happy and wanted to buy a spring dress tomorrow.

She thought that the spring was not yet old, and tomorrow she could carry a basket to the ditch to pick goji buds, and would not worry about anything like Mr. Yu, but only wanted to live and write peacefully.

On this drunken night of spring breeze, sit in front of the window and spread out the manuscript paper to write down the words that belong to spring. The flowers in the garden are as light as dreams, there are pear blossoms, apricot blossoms, plum blossoms, tung flowers, peach blossoms... There is also a flower tree in front of the window, the flower tree reflects the moon, the light and shadow are dotted, swaying on the desk in front of the window, and the dark incense floats. But once, those days that belonged to youth were full of parting sorrows, I often wore a skirt full of fine flowers, wore a wide-brimmed hat, imagined that he would take me away from afar, give me a future that belonged to spring, but the wind blew season after season, and he never came.

On this night when the spring breeze was drunk, I was really drunk, and in the drunkenness I remembered a lot, and then I cherished this spring breeze drunken night more and more.