It's Here! A Spring to Remember in Binhai New Area
In this season, Langli is filled with intoxicating fragrance, with grass and trees revealing shades of pale green, and a flowing, pulsating abundance… it seems that everything has been gently stirred up by the clear breeze.
The curtain has quietly withdrawn after winter's closure in the spring season.
Pine branches sway with delicate new leaves; plum blossoms are adorned with clusters of tender, young buds; evergreen plants sprout pale yellow leaves, and some even quietly produced brown seeds, like a pair of tiny, glittering eyes; (hao cao - a type of grass) began to turn green. They were all restless, charged with anticipation, brimming with the desire to burst forth with the brightest colors.
Lightly stepping on the lawn, you might occasionally find a tender, newly awakened young face facing you, making you unwilling to disturb it further, so you gently step aside.
Standing on the opposite bank or a higher vantage point, the distant expanse seemed shrouded in mist, subtly floating with a profound hue, with new vitality brewing and gathering.
The calls of sparrows became clear and crisp, small bodies quietly stepping on plump yellow reeds or slender grass stems, standing quietly on solitary branches like a drop of dark ink.
The withered petals of flowers presented an expression of imminent resurrection and renewal; even though some leaves had withered, they remained unchanged, retaining their verdant hue, a frozen beauty, a moment captured in life, a passionate wait, ready to fulfill their commitment to time and the earth.
The faint breeze gently smoothed the white clouds beneath it, raised the dome to cover the earth, transmitting the echoes of countless sounds colliding in the silence, allowing for a deep breath, and you could smell the subtle fragrance, accompanied by the sounds of a flute or ancient lute, making you reluctant to leave.
Sparse sparrow calls, from a chaotic state to clarity, momentarily indistinguishable from where they came from, had become a source of sorrow for wandering poets and writers. The wind, unshaken, unwavering, not hurried, not alarmed, seemed to be the joyous song of the season's harvest, like the calls of young birds.
The spring moon is most suitable, allowing wandering poets to think of their hometown. The moon, hazy, pale, and bright, carried with it wet, contemplative thoughts, dream-like radiance, and the envious glances of stars. At this moment, the coastal homeland faced each other across the space, interwoven with a long, unwilling separation in time. Listening in the moonlight, all the trees released the sounds of budding, swelling, and vying for prominence, you could hear their deep breaths and passionate heartbeats.
Spring love, a gentle breeze that doesn't chill, brings the sound of spring, signifying a season of lush greenery, blossoming flowers, and flourishing vegetation.
Year after year, spring is similar, turning the clear heavens and earth over and over again. Binhai New District is the character of water, the attire of flowers, and the graceful appearance of the lotus, and has already become the first place that spring maiden landed. Everywhere you look, grass, small bridges, flowing water, stone paths, pavilions, lotus ponds, shorelines, hillsides, buildings, and pathways are all coated with the colors of youth.
The flowers bloom ahead of the water. I thought, this spring, which I will never forget, will not be disappointed by our deep affection.
Editor: Binhai Window Author: Gongchenfa
