| Meeting the Awakening Spring
The Begonia has arrived, yet you remain dormant, showing no signs of awakening.
I don't wish to disturb you, just waiting for you to wake up on your own. Your dreams may be sweet, because your lips are slightly curved, and you murmur in a daze,
Though I quietly watch over you, my heart is not calm.
The world is beginning to make one feel the burgeoning vitality of spring, the lush green is eager to break through the soil and come to the human world,
Spring slumber, not realizing the dawn, everywhere one hears the singing of birds,
Though I don't wish to disturb you, my heart is deeply calling out to you, afraid you will miss this beautiful spring,
Listen, there are the rustling sounds of insects and tiny movements, coming from the wilderness and from your heart. It covers the entire secret of winter, quietly unveiling a corner of the frozen ice,
Again, it is snowing, one, two, three, five snowflakes. Falling and swirling, silent and unseen,
Singing a soft, beautiful, lingering, ethereal melody, it is to send away the last hexagonal ice crystal snowflake, returning to its fairytale world in the snow country,
I have also disturbed the thunder in the sky, and one day, I will climb onto the blades of grass, playing a grand symphony about spring,
As the Book of Songs says: 'Dependant on the verdant grasses beside the river, spring comes and still one can comfort one's longing.'
I believe that every soul that has been dormant and waiting for too long will overcome the long journey, the darkness of winter, and rejoice in regaining new life on the withered branches,
Listen, the flowers are praying sincerely, coming from the valley, with an ancient air, magnificent and beautiful, with romantic and mysterious love breath,
Sweet memories, intoxicated the west wind with fragrant madness, erasing the sun and stars,
Suddenly, the lotus flowers have bloomed and withered, the honeysuckle has faded. Luckily, I did not miss every flower blooming in my life, every season, and falling in love with spring,
As if transformed into the scholar who waited under the blossoming trees, with clear eyes and a bright complexion, holding a volume of ancient books, he pushed open the slightly closed door of winter, standing on the slippery steps, quietly reading. Branches are filled with spring birds, plum blossoms are in bloom, people will come, green and moistening clothes,
The maiden in a spring-dreaming white gown has had a thousand-year dream, it is time to wake up. At the moment of waking, she will go to meet a pre-life and present-life peach blossom rendezvous,
Listen, in the distance, there are increasingly chaotic footprints, rushing to arrive. The symphony of the voices of spring, there are hoofbeats, boat sounds, running footsteps, like waves rolling over one after another,
The spring station has always lacked travelers with backpacks on their shoulders, carrying their journeys,
Thank you for not wasting this beautiful spring, even if you bloom early, lonely in the world, strolling along the dusty roads, starting from the ancient , leaving behind a row of hesitant silhouettes, clear or blurred, familiar or strange,
When sunlight shines through the green leaves, swaying gently, a full and tranquil heart smiles at the vicissitudes of time. Under the eaves of the old house, the swallows are returning, as if familiar,
Author: Guo Wen ShuLiterary Master, Educational Master, Freelance Writer, Style is elegant and refined. New book 'The Most Beautiful Red Girl in Time' is nationwide released, available in major bookstores and websites.
