Note: I went outdoors today and saw the peach blossoms blooming one after another, and they were full of beauty. When I came back, I drew a black and white peach blossom. Thinking of this old article, I simply paired it here.
April 6, 2019
The winter in the North is extremely long. It not only comes early, but also leaves late. It's been almost half a year since I started playing, and I still don't want to quit. On the last day of March, I tried my best to make a snow fall, and ended the ceremony with great reluctance.
In this way, Chun and Qiu’s playing time was squeezed out a lot for no reason. The spring girl, who originally ranked first in the year, was helpless in the face of the domineering and cold winter. In the endless and boring waiting, she tossed and fell asleep again and again.
It wasn’t until April that I lazily opened my eyes and woke up amid the endless calls and prayers. The weather suddenly warmed up, the east wind blew, and thousands of trees and flowers bloomed.
Bai Letian's poem goes: "The beauty of April in the world is gone, and the peach blossoms in the mountain temple are beginning to bloom. I have always regretted the spring and found nowhere to return, and I don't know where to turn."
Saibei, and Why not?
Misty rain in Jiangnan, early spring in February. In the land of central China, peach blossoms bloom in March. And in this vast northern part of the country, in April, when all the beauty in the world has faded, the peach blossoms first appear in spring. The vast China has different seasons. The green manure is all red there, but the spring breeze is smiling here.
It had just rained, and the sky was still cloudy. The air was fresh and moist, giving refreshing comfort to the breath that had been dry for many days. When I walked into the garden, I was suddenly embraced by spring. Who says the sky is different even if it's ten miles apart? ——Why do we need ten miles? There are two heavens inside and outside the wall. This botanical garden called Xing'an South Foot is like a paradise in the bustling city.
On the grass, clusters of slender grass seemed to have put on new clothes overnight, becoming green and shiny. You called me, and I jumped out of the ground together with you, looking around, calling for friends. In a few days, there will be a stretch of green.
The branches, which had been gray and dusty all winter, have also been washed, and a few new leaves have quietly bloomed. They are tender, vomiting and shy, like a newborn baby, which makes people feel happy.
A few willow trees a little further away are nurturing a piece of goose yellow, like a dream like smoke. The breeze blows, swaying with a hazy and beautiful hope.
How can there be no peach blossoms? This branch on the horizon has reached out to you inadvertently. It makes you unable to stop and look at it carefully. The lead-colored sky dimmed the peach red, but added a few strands of charm, a faint and tranquil beauty, elegant and moving, and breathtaking.
This tree is snow-white, but I can’t even call it a name. Pear blossom? Or apricot blossom? Against the lead-colored background, there are clusters of flowers, like an ink painting with varying shades. Vibrant, but not ostentatious. Very light, yet extremely gorgeous.
As for this branch, the powdery surface is full of spring, smiling leisurely in the spring breeze. "If a person's face is compared to a peach blossom, the face is as beautiful as a peach blossom." It's just that I don't know where the person's face is. It is in vain to be passionate about the beauty of spring.
The tree in front of me is full of flowers, grand and gorgeous. It is really "full of trees and delicate flowers, and thousands of branches of red flowers are blooming in spring". Only by blooming so uninhibitedly can we live up to the good times in the world. When spring returns and the fragrance falls, I should be content and have no regrets.
Spring in Saibei is like this, because if you wait too long, a touch of new green will give you a great surprise. Also because it has been gestated for too long, once it blooms, it puts all its effort into it. How can we not be moved by this warm and vigorous life!
Because of this, although I don’t like the wind and sand in the north, I am used to the four distinct seasons. I don’t know if people who have not experienced a long and severe winter will have the same expectation and joy as me every winter and spring.
I have also been to the South in April. The rich green patches are overwhelming, giving full comfort to those who have just arrived from the barren mountains and ridges in the north. But, one day, two days, three days... Why is the boundless greenery no longer a joy? Even...a little tired?
Perhaps, no matter how beautiful the South is, it is still a foreign land and cannot be associated with it for a long time. I still love my hometown where "peach blossoms begin to bloom in April" - and don't want to care about how long her winter is.