Walking through spring, walking through myself
The footsteps of spring are gradually getting further and further away. During this time, I have become accustomed to the singing of birds and the fragrance of flowers, the gentle wind and drizzle, and I have a lingering attachment to spring. , I often walk alone in the green shade, looking for traces of the fragrance of flowers. The red plums and whites have long since withered into the mud, but there are still some unknown flowers blooming in early summer.
The feeling of spring begins with the spring breeze in February. The warmer breeze blows away the tender green, and the willow branches sprout new buds, standing in rows on the bank of the Dongfeng Canal in the upper reaches of the Fu River. .
Rongcheng people have always been proud of having clear, blue and clean water. Li Bing and his son's water control work thousands of years ago diverted the melted snow water from the winter snow in Minshan Mountain to the Chengdu Plain through the ancient water diversion project of Dujiangyan, which has benefited people's livelihood for thousands of years. With this holy water that has been cold to the bones for thousands of years, the spring in the Chengdu Plain will be so beautiful. Dongfeng Canal is one of the water diversion channels, dedicated to irrigating the fertile fields of the Chengdu Plain.
This small river meanders along the outskirts of the city from west to east. When spring arrives, the rows of weeping willows along the river become green and full of vitality. They are the first to announce the arrival of spring. Then in the fields on both sides of the river, golden colors gradually appeared in twos and threes, accompanied by a faint fragrance. It was the rapeseed flowers blooming, and soon it became a large area of ??golden color. There were many peach trees mixed in between the golden colors, which was unbearable. The drunkenness of the spring breeze gradually bloomed into red smiling faces, red and yellow, coupled with the lingering green willows and the gurgling water flowing along the river, it was really a spring scene, refreshing and refreshing.
On weekends, I love to wander by this bright spring river, feeling the red flowers and green willows, the singing of birds, and the golden fields, especially in April, with the warm sunshine above my head. Walking in the gentle river breeze, the boundless beauty makes you forget yourself and feel like you are in a fairyland. He once wrote a poem and said: Thousands of trees bloom with tender green, thousands of flowers bloom in the spring breeze, hundreds of birds announce their good news and sing the willows on the river, and the earth welcomes the spring girl.
Beauty is often short-lived. When time enters May, it is still the green river and the rows of willows. The golden color is gone, the crimson color is gone, and the earth has lost its colorful colors. Bury deep expectations in the fields to nurture the fruits of autumn.
Isn’t life like this? Reminiscing about the youth in their youth, how innocent and innocent they are, with dreams like flowers one after another. They once thought about flying in the blue sky, once thought about deep-sea exploration, once thought about wandering in a foreign country, once thought about leaving the world behind. Dressed in costumes, with garlands on their heads, and surrounded by applause... Time flies, and the years pass like a rotating Trojan horse through countless spring and summer. I also lose my childhood dreams. I don't receive flowers and applause, but I gain a lot of life's blessings. Gratitude.
I once dreamed of being a writer, and I once fantasized about the glory of a poet. On the university campus, instead of delving into formulas and laws, permutations, combinations, and reasoning, I indulged in the colorful world of literature in the library. I like reading and the characters in the book. I feel and understand life from the words. I look for the mirror because I can't see through myself.
I remember a famous person said: Life is a mirror. If you smile at it, it will smile at you; if you cry at it, it will cry at you. But I saw crying, confusion and confusion in this mirror. Knowing myself has become a required course in my university. At that time, I thought that only with perfect self-awareness could we understand the colorful world outside of us. In this way, I passed through my youth and myself.
There are all kinds of people in the world, and people will always meet all kinds of people in their lives. Some are passers-by in life, some will become the color of your life, some bring you joy and sweetness, and some people Bringing you sadness and bitterness. The experience of life is like walking through different scenery, there are gray areas, freezing snow scenes, fields with flowers in full bloom, and stormy nights. Time has taught us how to treat these various people and how to view these various scenery.
We know how to choose, how to be grateful and dedicated, we are no longer prone to sadness, and we will not easily give out our feelings. We understand how to harvest a season of time and love what you love. Do things that move you, create a happy mind, and let go of the soul that has experienced hardships and longs for true love.
Life has passed through spring and entered summer and autumn. Of course, there are no flower-like dreams and innocent feelings, but there is a heavy emotion, the enrichment of the heart, and the happiness of the mind. Maturity, accompanied by life experiences again and again, slowly enters the harvest season.
We have gone through spring, but we have retained the beauty, the romance and the dream. When we look back at the countryside where the flowers once bloomed, we will always say proudly: I once had it. That gorgeous spring scenery was once full of spring.
A road with no trace of fallen leaves. I walked through you, walked through spring, and walked through myself!