"One Day of Spring"
Bing Xin
At the end of winter last year, I wrote to a distant friend and said that I would try my best to swallow this year. Spring in Peiping.
Spring came very late in Peiping this year, and when I still didn’t know where spring was, I looked up and suddenly saw green leaves in the yellow dust and catkins flying around, and I realized that under the thick yellow curtain of dust, After that, Chun had not yet shown up, and had quietly moved away.
Everything in the world is like this——
Last winter was extremely cold and seemed extremely long. Every night, I sit alone under the lamp, listening to the howling wind blowing against the window, the small building shaking, and I feel like there is no warmth in my body or heart. When winter comes, all the happiness, liveliness, strength and life seem to be frozen deep in every cell. I comforted myself boredly and said: "Just wait, winter is coming, can spring be far away?"
However, with the strong wind and heavy snow, the winter queue is unexpectedly long and seems to be endless. time. One day I saw that the ice on the lake had softened, and I suddenly felt happy and said, "Spring is here!" That night, the north wind rolled up the yellow sand all over the sky again, angrily beating at my window, blowing away the spring feeling in my heart. It blew away again. One day I saw the willow branches turning yellow. In the afternoon of that day, it kept falling with cold rain that did not turn into snow. At dusk, the severe winter clothes were put on me again.
Ninety days to see the end - I don’t believe in spring anymore!
Several friends said: "Let's go to Dajue Temple to see the apricot blossoms." Although I never got the news of spring in my heart, I followed everyone there. When we arrived at Guanjialing, in the wind and dust, hundreds of apricot branches were covered with dead flowers and stamens. When we arrived at Dagong, in the sunny valley, there were still a few red apricots in full bloom, but they had exhausted their strength in full bloom. It is no longer the mood of the tree full of deep red and the stamens of the flowers.
I thought, "Let's just go when spring is over!" On the way back, I felt calm. This calmness was half mourning and seventy parts disgust. In short, I didn't believe in spring anymore.