One early morning in March, I had half a day to spare and walked alone in the open countryside. The blue sky is filled with white clouds, and the sun shines warmly on my face, but I am still looking for news of spring. Lifting the spring curtains as thin as cicada wings, someone's chirping suddenly sounded. The east wind came gently, brushing my hair and brows gently, carrying the fragrance of flowers, yearning for life, and unstoppable power. I saw that the bare branches of the trees were dressed in brand new green clothes, and the shy calyxes revealed the quiet fragrance.
Just walking on the road leisurely like this, I forgot the time and the way I came from, and walked forward aimlessly. The soft green waves spread quickly in my eyes and heart. The grass is green, the water is warm, the flowers are blooming, and the sky is bluer. At this time, you don’t have to go to Huang Si’s mother’s house to look for flowers alone, you can see that the butterflies are dancing all the time, and the orioles are chirping at ease; you don’t have to ask who cut the thin leaves on the embankment, but you can see that the spring breeze boldly comes to comb the willows, and the night rain hides them from others. To moisten the flowers.
Walking in the spring light of March, it is like walking towards a graceful woman with picturesque features and a gentle smile. She walked gently, and with a gentle call, she woke up the frozen rivers, lakes and seas, and woke up the flower buds all over the mountains and fields. She walked quietly, with a warm look in her eyes, ushering in the new buds and the grass growing and the orioles flying. She walked over in a hurry, waved her long sleeves, the birds began to gather and sing, and the ants began to line up and run. As soon as her skirt swung, the catkins began to fly, beating like happy and passionate notes, jumping into the river bank, jumping into the distant mountains, jumping into the eyes and jumping up to the eyebrows, not remembering the staff, not understanding the frequency, still in the sacred temple of nature. , performing this majestic symphony of spring passionately.
In the spring of March, the latent heating is urging spring, and the plum blossoms have faded and the apricot blossoms are new. Peaches and plums compete for beauty, and pear blossoms are white. It is the season when all kinds of red and purple compete with each other. The rain of apricot blossoms makes your clothes wet, and the wind from the willows blows on your face without chilling. Spring has arrived, and all the plants and trees in the world are aware of it. How can the spring scenery in the garden be contained? Just like in people's eyes, as long as there is fragrance, no matter it is windy and rainy or the sky is gloomy, there will be a green world in their hearts; just like in people's hearts, as long as there is spring, no matter whether the road ahead is bleak or full of thorns, there will always be a green world. There is hope that keeps beating in my heart.
Walking in the spring of Jiangnan, I can’t help but feel happy. Green wheat fields, golden rapeseed flowers, lush broad bean seedlings, and a border of sparse vegetables are all verdant, and the place is full of swaying charm. Looking further into the distance, there are criss-crossed streets, small bridges and flowing water, white walls and black tiles, and swallows flying low. It is really beautiful. Where I gazed inadvertently, a tiny touch of emerald green came into my eyes. I seemed to see the joy of it breaking free from the shackles of winter, quietly getting out of the gap in the bluestone slab, like a naughty child with only a small head exposed, with a vigorous expression. Hopes and beautiful dreams emerge from the wet moss, curiously exploring the world. Instantly, my heart was beating inexplicably, and I couldn't calm down for a long time.
Unconsciously, I walked into a peach garden, and a refreshing fragrance hit my face. The pink petals set off by the tender green, rows and rows of trees, bloomed one after another in this early morning, like the shy but bright smiling faces of girls. Just a few days ago, I deliberately chose to come here in the morning and afternoon on sunny days, just to see the moment when the flower bloomed, but it was always reserved and waiting to bloom, and it took a long time to bloom. Will bloom for me. And at this moment, when I didn't expect it at all, the whole peach forest turned crimson and bloomed. In an instant, it shocked my eyes and brightened my mood. It turns out that what is supposed to come will always come, and I am a little happy. No need to wait deliberately. (Prose reading: www.sanwen.net)
I stood among the peach blossoms, my eyes following the bees flying, flying from this one to that flower, and then from this tree to that one. The tree is very busy. The ground exudes the fragrance of spring mud, and there are always clusters of small wild flowers in inconspicuous places, alone and enchanting in the wind, so confident and strong. The sun shines quietly on the shadows of the trees, making them colorful. Petite and cute sparrows are chirping on the trees, resting on the soft soil for a while, flying to high places, and flying away in groups in an instant. Some tourists are taking pictures of peach blossoms, and some are taking pictures of people. Each set of expressions is so leisurely, forming a lively picture of spring. There can be no more and no less strokes. Everything is just right, so harmonious and beautiful.
Just like in this world, everyone who appears in our lives has a reason and is worthy of gratitude. Life is a combination of countless moments, just like flowers blooming in spring. Through rain, snow, and frost, every flower blooms through hardships, and every ray of fragrance is performed with love. As long as you work hard and do well, If you save yourself, you will have no regrets. In life, every time you travel, there are surprises; every time you see flowers bloom, it is a new feeling. In life, there will always be unexpected warmth and endless hope.
Under the peach blossom tree, I slowed down and put down the tedious things. Bright light hung between my brows and the fragrance was twirled on my fingertips. There is a gentle breeze playing the harp, a stream singing, flowers chanting poems, and bees and butterflies dancing gracefully. In such a quiet and beautiful time, I carefully searched for the traces of childhood and youth in the depths of Asakusa, and carefully recalled some familiar and unforgettable faces in the peach blossoms, but all I saw was that the peach blossoms smiled calmly in the spring breeze. I suddenly understood that I often hate spring and have no place to look for it, and I don’t know where to turn.
It turns out that the peach blossoms in March have broken through the city of time, and spring has always been in my heart, as quiet as poetry!