Essays in Verse: Spring Has Arrived, Flowers Have Bloomed
There is no mountain that can block the spring wind, and there is no door that can lock the sunlight. Today the sun is warm, it passes through treetops, rooftops, and windows, penetrating my entire body.
— Epilogue
Reunion with spring, packing old memories, storing them in the corners of fleeting years, gently burying them. When one day time passes and we grow old, we will rely on that corner to reminisce about our past selves, and about you, and the scent of the breeze, and the enchanting blossoming of flowers.
Pulling open the curtains, letting the February sunshine stream in, drying up the long-unscattered gloom, then quietly observing, holding onto even a single moment of spring, waiting for warmth, waiting for flowers to bloom.
Actually, I quietly think, there are many things in life worth waiting for. Like a reunion, soothing the years; a confidant, understanding the warmth of life.
I heard that there is only a thin layer of paper between spring and winter, and a seedling will break through with just one poke.
Sitting in the corridor, a quiet melancholy lingered in my heart, like the spring breeze stirring my thoughts. A fragrance, came from the branches of jasmine, lingered on my nostrils. Oh, it's warm now, the flowers have bloomed.
