Spring Dawn, First Dreams
In this life, the best auspicious time is spring. A single tree of flowers, a few cups of tea, endless green grass, bird songs and the chanting of the Great Sage echoing down the mountainside – like cascading waterfalls. Thus, the mortal world gained the serenity of the deep mountains, and worldly desires were enriched with poetry. My heart was warmed like jade, emitting a soft light in the half-dark morning, with the branches of plum blossoms written in a poetic, wintry mist. Half a life of struggle, half a life of longing – all laid down.
Spring has finally arrived, and the warmth she gave us is enough for us to open our hearts, shedding all fragments and letting go. We sleep soundly through the night. How heavy is the drifting dust? It's filled with the cold and chill of meridians; pain and anguish. Life is unbearable, a plain existence, devoid of extravagance and vanity, refusing to climb the ladder of wealth and fame, wishing only to grow like grass, yet it is so difficult to achieve.
I love spring, loving it in the midst of half-dreaming and half-awakening, listening to the chirping of yellow orioles and the sweet murmurs of swallows on the pillow. I also quietly count the raindrops in my heart. The east wind paints willow eyebrows, gracefully arched. That year I lay on the grass, and you left behind a shadow like a bluebird. Later, you went away, and I met you in the mountains and rivers.
Over the years, my spring has always been intertwined with dreams. When I wake up, my arms still faintly carry the touch of your skirt. So many beautiful moments, so rare spring mornings, I long to cut the present moment into a pale green curtain, to be my soft silk for a lifetime. The most precious thing is natural color, not dyed selfishly, also avoiding drunken chaos, I loved you like a red flower, like a green grass—that was the best spring in my life.
Unconsciously, the light of day has broken through. Looking back, half a lifetime has passed. And you are still that sleepy boy, with disheveled hair and drowsy eyes, your smile as clear and sweet as water. After tasting plain vegetables and simple flavors, it's hard to crave exquisite wine. With a heart full of the scent of grass and trees, I have traveled far, and still able to return to the beginning. The reason memories are so unforgettable is because we once gave everything without reservation.
Beautiful moments, rare spring mornings, the warmth is intoxicating, banishing weariness. Like a dream, a thin silk blanket falls down, blossoming within my heart, lush and endless, without boundaries. I sleep in the springtime's gentle light, with countless spring scenes outside the window, as if waiting for a long-awaited auspicious encounter.
