The pace of spring is drifting away. During this time, I am used to birds and flowers, and I am used to the breeze and drizzle. I have a tender attachment to spring, and often travel alone in the shade, looking for traces of flowers. The red Li Bai has long withered into mud, but there are still some unknown flowers blooming in early summer.
The feeling of spring began in February. The warm breeze blew the light green, and the wicker sprouted and stood in rows on the bank of the Fuhe River in Dongfeng Canal.
Rongcheng has always been proud of having clear, blue and clean water. Thousands of years ago, Li Bing and his son used Dujiangyan's ancient water diversion project to discharge the melted snow water from Minshan Mountain to Chengdu Plain, which benefited people's livelihood for thousands of years. In the spring of Chengdu Plain, this cold and penetrating holy water has been flowing for thousands of years, so it will be so beautiful. Dongfeng Canal is one of the water diversion channels, which is specially used to irrigate fertile fields in Chengdu Plain.
The river winds its way through the suburbs from west to east. When spring comes every year, the rows of weeping willows along the river cover the ground, which first indicates the arrival of spring. Then, the fields on both sides of the river gradually appeared in twos and threes of golden yellow, accompanied by a faint fragrance, which was rape. Soon, it turned into a large golden yellow with many peach trees in the middle, which could not stand the spring breeze.
On weekends, I love to walk along the river with beautiful spring, feeling the fields with red flowers and green willows and golden birds singing, especially in bloom in April with warm sunshine overhead and gentle river wind. The endless beauty is fascinating, just like entering a fairyland. Zeng Fu's poem says: Thousands of trees are green, the spring breeze is bloom, the rivers and willows are full of birds, and the earth welcomes the spring.
Beauty is often ephemeral. Time has entered May, and it is still a green river with rows of willows. The golden and crimson colors have disappeared, and the earth has lost its colorful colors, but it has buried deep expectations in the fields to breed the fruits of autumn.
Isn't life like this? Teenagers who recall the flower season are so naive, and their dreams are like flowers. They once thought about flying in the blue sky, exploring in the deep sea, wandering in foreign countries, dressed in costumes, wearing garlands on their heads, surrounded by applause ... Time flies, years are like a merry-go-round, and countless spring and summer have passed, but they have also lost their childhood dreams and failed to welcome flowers and applause.
I once had a dream of being a writer and fantasized about the glory of a poet. On the university campus, instead of delving into the laws of formulas, permutation and combination, and reasoning calculus, I am addicted to the colorful literary world in the library, like reading books, like the characters in the books, and feel life from the words. Because I couldn't see through myself, I went to look for the mirror.
I remember a famous person saying: Life is a mirror. If you smile at it, it will smile at you, and if you cry at it, it will cry at you. But I can see from this mirror that I am crying, confused and confused. Knowing myself has become a compulsory course in my university. At that time, I thought that only with perfect self-awareness can we know the colorful world outside. In this way, I have passed through my youth and myself.
Throughout the world, people will always meet all kinds of people in their life, some are passers-by, some will become the colors in your life, some will bring you joy and sweetness, and some will bring you sadness and bitterness. The experience of life is like walking through a different landscape, with gray areas, cold snow scenes, fields full of flowers and stormy nights. Time has taught us how to treat all kinds of people and how to treat this changeable landscape.
We know how to choose, how to be grateful, and how to give, so we are no longer easy to be sad, and we will not give a cavity of feelings easily. We know how to harvest a season's time, love what we love, do things that move us, create a happy heart, and let go of the heart that has experienced the wind and frost and longed for the truth.
Life has gone through spring and entered summer and autumn. However, there is no flower-like dream and innocent feelings, but there is a heavy feeling, a full mind and a mature mind. With the repetition of life experience, slowly enter the harvest season.
We have gone through the spring, but we have retained that beauty, that romance and that dream. When we look back on the once splendid countryside, we will always say proudly: I once had that gorgeous spring, and the spring was infinite.
A road, leaves are traceless, past me, past you, past spring, past yourself!