Waiting for the Willow to Bud, Grass Turns Green, Flowers Bloom
Queueing, a matter of everyday life. It's slow. In the spring, after the falling plum blossoms and before the peach blossoms. The anticipation of spring is like that of Xu Xiuyun's 'Moon Over the Peach Blossom Garden': 'Love knows no origin, it goes deep and never turns back.'
I've always loved spring, and especially the spring in the campus.
The spring in the campus has a sense of waiting, anticipation, and the road to spring. It also has the people who are waiting for spring.
During the holidays, it's a long time. When there's nothing to do, I and my friends went back to our alma mater to see our teachers and take a walk down familiar streets.
When we arrived at our alma mater, we happened to see a group of freshmen lining up to run for morning exercise.
In the spring season, everything seems to be slow. Steps are slow, this slow is just right, it's a comfortable slow, a relaxing slow, a free slow.
Quietly standing on the road of Wanshou, which has been walked countless times, I feel the wind brought by Bai Yang, the wind carries a message, listen to the bell hanging at the highest point of the library, which rings 'clong, clong' alternately, like waking up spring, like echoing the obsession in my dreams.
'Youth is like fire, surpass self. Let go of dreams, create brilliance.' Such passionate slogans have long ceased to be heard, but they are still firmly rooted in my heart. It takes a long time to open them.
I also followed them to that classroom which I once wanted to desperately break away from, filled with both sour, sweet, bitter and spicy experiences. It's filled with my memories.
Looking through the window, I saw a freshman with a bitter and astringent expression. I guess he probably listens to the 'Jade Mirror Inlaid with Pi Pai' that teachers have been preaching for so long, just like I did when I was a freshman.
There is also a girl who keeps looking outside, watching the orchid blossoms bloom on the branches, and the peach blossoms smiling in the spring breeze.
Watching them sitting in the classroom, pretending to have a full city of peach blossoms, holding down the spring peach cakes, peach blossoms, cherry blossoms, holding the cherry blossoms filled with their hearts. In their minds, they are looking for a half-century of cherry blossoms.
That feeling of almost getting it, of the spring color so close, is a two-hour prayer, it's the space between the classroom and the cafeteria.
However, time won't speed up, space won't shift.
Actually, the distance between the teaching area and the cafeteria is just one road, built under the shade of bamboo vines.
The cicadas like this road because it's full of spring. I also like this road because it carries our countless footprints, it's the footprint of my running spring, the footprint of leisurely stroll, or the footprint of fading winter, the footprint of nascent spring.
Waiting for the bell to ring, passing through this road, we can have a spring date, there are peach cakes, peach blossoms, cherry blossoms waiting for us.
A myriad of forms, five flavors and six fragrances.
However, when the bell rings and everyone starts, inevitably having to queue up to taste the longed-for spring food.
Queueing is slow, slow to the point of granting people a moment of leisure, with this leisure, some people come close to the 'Classic of Poetry', looking at the peach blossoms, plum blossoms, willow leaves, and poems. Passing through Tang Song's water poems, looking for deep courtyard poems.
But some people can't help but be impatient, yearning for the grass to turn green, the flowers to bloom red, and spring to come early.
They don't know that Qing Qing Zi Qin, Yu Yu I Xin are also slow and wonderful. They don't know that the peach and plum blossoms are painted slowly, gradually blurred, only then can they truly show the delicate and fluttering beauty.
Naturally, they can't enjoy the 'Cloud Thinking Clothes and Flowers, Spring Breeze Shimmering Dew' beauty. Even if they witnessed countless spring colors, ate a lot of spring food, it doesn't matter. It's just a momentary pleasure, a momentary fullness.
While I would like to wait for spring to come slowly. Sitting in the spring's fluffiness, waiting for the willows to sprout, the grass to turn green, the flowers to blossom, the fragrance to be fresh and clear. Using the willow hand, I received a bamboo basket full of peach cakes, peach blossoms, cherry blossoms. Using the crane step, I welcomed the spring beauty.
Author: Mu Xiao Qi. Undergraduate student.
