I quit my job and go home, just like a flower falling from a branch, but this is not a heartless thing. It can be turned into the soil of spring and can also play a role in nurturing the next generation.
Stop and sit in the maple forest late, and the frost leaves are red in February flowers.
Dream of spring
Su Shuyang
At dawn, there are snow flowers floating outside the window, quietly, quietly ... Ah, what a dream messenger. Suddenly, a few lines came to mind: shiny snowflakes, soft and crystal clear.
Every work has a sweet dream.
Let the branches see the new green,
Let the street see the shadows.
Oh, on this snowy morning,
I suddenly smelled the scent of lilacs,
Hear bees singing. ...
Is spring lovely? Especially here, it is as short as the life of a ephemera, and only a moment is a hot summer day.
Is spring worth nostalgia? Especially here, there are often sandstorms all over the sky, drying the juice of your life.
But I still love her, like my favorite lover; I still pursue her obstinately, like pursuing a long-gone childhood.
Because even the shortest spring is still spring, you can see grass sprouting in the snow and buds spitting out from dead branches. You can see green, the most basic pigment of life; You can see bright red, which is the flame of hot blood. No color, no melody, no poetry, no dance, no movement, no everything! Spring adds color to the world.
No matter how cold spring is, it is still spring. As long as they can survive the sandstorm, people will always take off their thick coats, move their stiff bodies and awaken all kinds of pursuits that are sleeping in their souls. Spring gives hope to mankind.
Because of my longing and dream for spring, I have endured many cold winters.
One winter more than 30 years ago, it seemed much colder than now. I was a child then. But I think everything is hopeless. I once lamented "Life is like a dream" in my composition. I was only ten years old. However, the spring breeze opened the door of the old capital and dispelled the fog in my heart. I am really like a grass with young buds, and a road covered with flowers unfolds in front of me. From then on, I know that spring and hope are together, and spring and warmth come together. Oh, I miss the spring of 1949, which gave happiness to our nation and all our descendants.
I still remember that severe winter twenty years later. In a desolate village outside the Great Wall, I received a revolutionary education of "reborn". I remember the red sorghum with ice ballast, the callous eyes of the farmers who shrugged their shoulders and arched their backs, and the earth holes sheltered from the wind under the sunny slopes. There, the dull-eyed farmers lit a wildfire for me with a small pile of dead leaves, which warmed my feet, warmed my heart and gave me a baked potato. There, I used to curl up to sleep and dream of spring; Gurgling water, swaying flowers. I dreamed of my wife's gentle arm and the smiling face of my newborn son. Relying on the dream of spring, I survived the years when my soul was trampled.
It's another spring. The land of the motherland was floated by tears, and people cried for the long sleep of a giant, as if he had taken away all the poor spring dreams in his heart. However, after all, spring has come, although it is late, although it is windy and dusty, although it is inevitable that the winter will remain cold. But it's spring after all.
There can be no spring on the earth, and there can be no dreams in life. I hope the spring breeze will blow the dream into everyone's heart.
We can't ask for spring, because spring is the product of winter. She has her mother's mark, but she is different from her mother. She is delicate, but she has a bright future. Every cell of her is a seed of hope. Severe winter is not severe winter. Therefore, human beings call on her and praise her.
Crystal snowflakes are swaddling for spring, and firecrackers are gestating spring. I look forward to spring in my dream, and I want to weave a new dream in spring.
Ah, spring in the motherland, spring in my hometown! Even if you are only a short moment, I am willing to pay my life for everything in the future that is condensed and contained in this moment.
Come on in spring!