Whispers of Spring: Waiting for You
No one doesn't love spring, no writer doesn't love spring, no artist doesn't love spring.
When I was young, I loved to read Zhu Ziqing's spring, after reading it, even when the trees hadn't sprouted, with my friends, we would go to look for spring, at that time spring was in our young hearts, spring was in our innocent eyes, although our village was small, there were the most beautiful memories.
Growing up, I traveled far, and in my wandering life, I vaguely remember Zhu Ziqing's spring, but in the midst of busyness, there was no longer the impulse to go to the countryside to find spring. Now I am over fifty years old, I like to appreciate calligraphy and painting, and I like to find spring in the painters' brushstrokes, watching my favorite paintings, savoring them carefully, brewing a pot of Longjing tea, life is quite comfortable.
There are many painters, and the spring in their paintings is lifelike. Spring is dimmed, the brushstrokes are green, in the many painters, the learned painters from East and West, Mr. Wu Ganzhong, I like his spring most.
Raindrops fall like threads, counting the time of memories, it seems to be getting longer and longer, like an endless string of rain, without stopping, in the mornings with rain, intoxicating scenery, whether it's watching the rain fall and fly in front of the window, or holding an umbrella and listening to the sound of raindrops, it's all a pleasure, it's all a scenery, who wouldn't want to be in this painting?
In the late winter and early spring, holding a new green leaf, the black and white walls in front of me seem to come to life, no matter how scarce the green is, no matter how small the buds are, there is green, there is hope, there is a sprout, there will be growth, spring is a season for letting dreams fly, spring is a season for sowing hope.
The spring light written on the Taihu Lake stones cannot be finished, but it is hidden beneath the wall corner. I don't know if you will pass through this door, life will experience various doors, inside and outside the door, all are landscapes, entering and exiting have mood, further scenery, stepping back is vast sky, life's go and stop, the world's stop and go, as long as you walk in the spring, there is no hurt, there is no annoyance, life's joys and sorrows are all contained in the spring.
In the season of flourishing grass and flying birds, if spring is happy, this patch of vibrant colors will be so beautiful. In fact, no one doesn't like spring, flowers and green willows are charming, there is always a patch of green that is your own, and there is always a red that will make you unforgettable. In this season, you don't need to try to find it, you don't need to desperately chase it, you can just lift your eyes to see beauty, and you can encounter spring when you go out, those sorrows of winter, those withered seasons' expectations, will come to you.
In the winding small path, what landscape did you find? In fact, the flowers on the wall corner are blooming every year, year after year the flowers are similar, the people are different year after year, last year's today's hasn't gone far, the tree is still the same tree, the flowers are this year's flowers, only the eternal tree, there is no falling flower, flowers open and fall, people come and go, there are lively and there are cold, there are joy and there are sorrow, in the spring, reminisce about a beautiful past, let the romantic heart go crazy.
In a corner of a small pavilion, green trees and red flowers lit up the whole courtyard, but only carp were intoxicated by the fragrance, spring river water is warm, ducks know it first, I don't know if it's true, fish swim in the water every day, it should be cold and hot, water is cool and cool, fish can perceive it, fish not only perceive cold and warm, but also know whether the wind is big or small, in this world, all animals have spirits, in the spring, the world of fish is the most beautiful.
I looked out at the street, will your figure suddenly appear? On the street, young ladies and young wives, you and I alternate, one day is more busy than the other, the beautiful woman under the red umbrella, most likes romance, all the scenery on the street cannot enter her eyes, which handsome young man is her true spring?
Pattering red umbrellas, I can't see the girl's face, in a back view, I can't distinguish who it is, you come or not come, you see or not see, I'm waiting in this spring, waiting, waiting for a beautiful dream, waiting for the trees to bloom.
Author: Nan Wanqiu, Shandong Dezhou man, likes words, loves life.
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