Spring Return Spring is coming. Even if I have no choice, I can only send away the traces of winter, let the wind dry the ice and snow, let the rain erase the cold worries, and even let the earth forget it again before the arrival of spring. All the creatures in this land have been baptized by winter, and winter is always inarticulate, even if there is some nostalgia. I can't refuse that the wind awakens the sleeping seeds, and the rain nourishes the messy earth. Even watching all beings snicker contemptuously, I will stand in front of the season and cling to a white and flawless dignity. Spring has come, and I can only send away the pain of melting ice and snow in winter, so as to welcome the beautiful spring with birds and flowers and full of vitality.
"Spring is coming" and you came quietly. The wind was still astringent last night. When I opened the window this morning, I suddenly found that the willows were red and the swallows were whispering. The farmers were shouting and the animals went to the fields. I took a deep breath of My Sweetie air, which was very fresh. I know you're here. I wish I could lead you across the fields, across the boundless grasslands and dance with you in the sun, but the walls of my house are too high. There are too many heavy doors in my house, so I can only stand in the courtyard wall and watch you come and go. The moment you disappeared between heaven and earth, my heart was sour, bitter and astringent. I know that tears have drained my heart and soaked my heart.