Springlight Master | A Heart's Burden, To Whom Do I Send It?
│author:Chen Hong
In a season of waiting, where flowers bloom as expected, cherry blossoms finally arrive. Cherry blossoms, in my thoughts, are the most romantic blooms of spring.
On a weekend afternoon, the sunshine of spring shone brightly, inspiring vitality, and a desire to go out. Today, I specifically went to Mount Seven Top for a stroll, simply to see cherry blossoms, which I'd long wanted to witness.
Before reaching Mount Seven Top Cherry Grove, I encountered numerous cars parked along the road, apparently many friends, like me, were 'cherry-obsessed.' Standing near the tree, I watched them, the blossoming trees were like snow on the sky, their branches embracing each other, petals falling in mid-air, incredibly beautiful and pure. Cherry blossoms have always been a gentle poem in my eyes. The blossoming cherry blossoms ignited my life, transforming it into a state of extreme beauty.
Climbing the steps, along the long shaded path, surrounded by falling cherry blossoms, people were curiously gazing, parents with children joyfully running and playing, lovers cuddling and smiling as they sheltered in the flowers… People were enthusiastic, some posing for photos, others savoring the delicate fragrance. Pavilions, flowers, trees… the reflections of the two-sided mountains, the clear birdsong, and the intoxicating fragrance converged into a series of beautiful, melodious, and captivating musical notes, lingering in my heart.
Grieving the fleeting beauty of a season of flowers, delighted by the beautiful invitation of cherry blossom rain—just as some people enjoy romance, cherry blossoms are the most suitable. Looking out, the fleeting cherry blossoms, falling petals, the wind and blossoms danced, a brief encounter of cherry blossoms, leaving a sense of joy but also regret. I wanted to have a surprise encounter with cherry blossoms, but this time, it was a little disappointing—most of the flowers had withered, and I hadn't realized they would fade so quickly this year.
Flowers come and go, it's a natural law. In the quiet passage of time, I like to see quiet landscapes, like a cherry blossom swaying in the gentle breeze and sunlight, it's simple and elegant. The white petals sing and dance, falling into the earth, so beautiful and pure, almost disregarding everything. The 'cherry blossom rain' is a beautiful phenomenon—cherry blossoms fall with the wind, making a rustling sound, like whispering, like telling stories, like murmuring. I looked up, but couldn't see the depths, and there was a half-pool of lake water, not realizing that it evoked the ancient riverbanks of the past, full of charm.
As time passes, time is still good. Each blossom opens with seriousness and purity, they warmly and humbly welcome every spring. We should also respect nature and scenery. Cherry blossoms bloom with a melancholic beauty, though deeply saddened, they still have a resolute and unwavering courage, falling into the spring soil, giving birth to a hope that never fades. Just as a person, if you work hard today, there will be a flourishing tomorrow.
Some say that having dreams makes life wonderful, and having love will never fade. As a middle-aged person, youth is gone, even if petals fall, we should not lose the elegance of flowers, we should make our lives a fresh and elegant poem. I believe that in the misty days, in the mundane life, there will always be a ray of sunshine piercing through the haze and reaching the depths of the heart, giving life boundless warmth, and with inner peace and conviction, life can bloom poetically.
Time passes by fleetingly, life is unpredictable. Just in this beautiful season, I feel a sense of lightness, purity, and beauty beyond words. One year, one flower blooms, life is short, she will always bloom in the place I look up to, blooming into one after another of wishes and stories, eventually disappearing in my heart, and waiting for the next cold spring to bloom again.
Along the cherry blossom road, watching fallen blossoms, standing on the mountaintop to look into the distance, I feel a solitary world. A cherry blossom petal fell into my palm, and she lay so quietly in the gaze of my contemplation. One heart, to whom is it offered? Are you love, warmth, or hope! I bent down to pick up the falling petals, and the wind, as a spectator of this beautiful scenery, passed by, and from then on, the wind and falling petals, in one flower, you and I looked at each other and smiled…
author:Chen Hong, nickname BlueYun (Lanyun), 70s, currently residing in Ningbo
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