Spring: Spring Wind, Spring Rain, Baishuo Tears (Essay)
With a warm and gentle breeze, she arrived gracefully and late, regal like an angel, approachable like a mother, and compassionate like the earth. The long-awaited excitement filled my eyes, and my heart was full of joy welcoming her arrival. As a warm feeling overflowed from my heart, the rich fragrance of 'Da Hong Pao' wafted in the air, and a sense of serene contentment quietly filled my imagination's wings.
The willows by the shore swayed freely, the grasses waved at me with smiles, and the blooming wildflowers gracefully nodded their heads. I knew it was the spring wind greeting me, she patiently stayed by my side, giving me strength beyond myself. The butterflies dancing in the flowers were her newly arrived brides, the bees diligently collecting pollen as her faithful suitors, they crafted the honey in my cup, a sip, sweet, very sweet, incredibly sweet.
With the wind, she slipped into the night, moisturizing things silently and subtly.
Night, a moonless night, yet came a multi-faceted rain. She scattered her affections in every corner of the human world, washing away dust, nourishing all things, filling rivers, adorning my oil painting.
Spring rain, densely woven, like needles, like threads, like pins, pierced into your heart, tickling your imagination, moistening your thoughts.
The neon lights on the city streets blinked languidly, like her alluring eyes. The cars flashing past on the road had a puzzled romantic air, the pavilions at the corners displayed large red candied hawthorns, and people were enthusiastically devouring hot red sweet potatoes at the bus stops. That was me.
On the countryside stone bridge, a leisurely female teacher held up a small floral umbrella. She remembered that poem: 'You stand by the bridge to view the scenery, and the person viewing the scenery is watching you from the building.' The moon decorated your window, and you decorated someone else's dreams.
Days filled with dreams are happy, days filled with dreams are fulfilling, days filled with dreams are translucent, days filled with dreams are perfect. Therefore, I entrusted my dreams to the distance, letting her lead me towards the fragrant, warm, and vibrant dawn.
The patter of spring rain beat against the banana leaves, the banana leaves silently wept, 'Don't be so sentimental, don't be so attentive.' I, a person without tears, how could I accept your countless affections, how could I tolerate your vast embrace?
Spring wind, spring rain, banana leaves, tears, with feeling and intention, dance a seductive performance, captivating.
Dreams of Jiangnan and Jiangbei are beautiful, causing me to relax my longing brows.
