The Most Beautiful Spring
Years ago, it was a beautiful spring, the sun shone softly on the earth, and I couldn't help but feel the fluttering in my heart, so I invited three or five friends to go for a stroll in the outskirts of the city, walking along the small mountain roads. Along the way, the grass was green, wildflowers fragrant, birds singing, bees buzzing, the earth generously displayed the most beautiful sight of the year before our eyes.
After a while, a friend suggested finding a place for lunch, and they began to compose poetry. They were unwilling to move forward at a fork in the road, while I hadn't finished enjoying the scenery, I bid farewell and went off on my own. Halfway up the mountain, I could no longer see a single person, and I could vaguely see a family dwelling in the valley through the intermittent mountain roads. Just feeling a little thirsty, I was about to ask for a cup of water to drink.
After walking for several miles, I became even more thirsty and hungry, so I took out the dried chicken legs I had brought with me and began to gnaw on them—they were delicious! When I got closer, I realized that the bamboo fence had a wooden door slightly ajar, and in the courtyard, there were pink peach blossoms and white peach blossoms. Bees were busy in the flowers, and chickens were pecking at the path. There was a cat lazily lying in the corner. Above the main hall, there were two couplets: 'Diligent in spring, the country and people are prosperous,' which felt a bit too masculine and had more beauty than masculinity, almost like it was written by a woman? The festive paper in the doorway swayed gently in the wind. I called out from the fence, 'Is anyone inside?' 'A traveler asking for water.' After a while, the door creaked open half a foot, and a young woman in her twenties stepped out. I and she were both stunned. It felt like the most beautiful woman in the world appeared in this wild place. I immediately felt that the chicken legs in my hand were no longer fragrant...
After a moment, she turned to go inside. I was so anxious that I couldn't speak, but at this moment, I couldn't utter a word. Soon after, she came out, holding a large bowl of water. She walked over and opened the bamboo fence: 'Young man, please come in and rest for a while.' I followed her in, and I only saw a green top, a pink skirt, and small floral shoes. In addition to the beautiful figure, she blushed and handed me a bowl. I took the bowl, and I saw that the water in the bowl also reflected her red face. I drank it slowly, and then mustered my courage to look at her. She had long, black hair gathered up, with a slightly pointed chin and bright eyes. She was beautiful, beautiful, her face was even more beautiful than the pink peach blossoms beside her, it was the most beautiful peach blossom.
