That Afternoon: A Man's Encounter with Spring
Yesterday afternoon, I came to the east mountains of my hometown to appreciate a spring color and see a plum blossom. The spring wind was strong, the plum blossoms were in full bloom, and the fairy tale and dream of spring were growing. Walking under the plum trees, petals fell on me, just like the appearance of spring. Many thoughts were put to rest with spring, and many inner words were carried by plum blossoms. Who was blowing the flute in the distance? Who was admiring the spring scenery nearby? Who was expanding the plot of 'Crimson Plum Months' in an invisible story? Rain shrouded the vastness, ripples spread, the mood of spring was like soft willow branches, teasing the bridge in one's heart. A light drizzle dripped onto me, wetting my clothes, the plum blossoms faced the rain, shy and dripping. An old man sat on a stone chair under a plum tree, watching a group of bees flying overhead and among the blossoms.
The plum garden is not large, but well-arranged. The garden has been built for many years, and has hosted the Four Sessions of the China Plum Blossom Festival. There's no nearby scenery close by, so I often take my parents to eat at a nearby restaurant, but I have never entered the garden. Yesterday afternoon, it was drizzling, and I wandered to this place and asked the gatekeeper girl of the garden, 'Do you want to pay to enter?' The girl shoved a QR code in front of me and said, '36 yuan.' Entering the garden, I felt that it was worth the money to see the vibrant plum blossoms, they are the children of spring, nestled in the embrace of spring, humming softly, gazing into the distance, shaking their wings of dreams in every inadvertent breeze, having contemplated for three thousand years, meditating for three thousand years, without noise, with fragrance. Spring is the homeland of plum blossoms, and also their dreamland…
This afternoon, I lingered in the plum garden for a long time. Whose rouge is this brilliant plum blossom? Whose youthful beauty? Whose tears are they? Whose joy? There are many reflections in spring, each related to life – in the cycle of spring, summer, autumn, and winter, who has their clothes wet with spring rain? Whose gaze has been captivated by summer lotuses? Whose silhouette has been brushed by autumn moonlight? Whose dreams have been decorated by winter snow? Along the way, the wind has dusted my shoulders, and I always want to find a quiet corner to cleanse my mind and thoughts, cleanse my thoughts and dreams. Drink a pot of old wine, read an old book, sing an old song, watch clouds roll by under the plum trees, the drops of thought in my heart are like lake water at the foot of the mountain, clear, transparent, and ripples gently…
Yes, spring is beautiful, beautiful to the point of intoxicating, everyone should gaze into the distance in spring, far away there are small bridges and flowing water, there are rainbow-colored clothes, to organize emotions, to abandon emotions, to plant wishes in the sunshine. Spring tells you not to be impatient, what you want will eventually come to you, all beauty is rushing towards you, you just need to take a deep breath and wait for a while. Believe that the sunshine of spring will illuminate your dreams…
Yes, the spring sunshine will illuminate your dreams. Take action, don't waste the vigor of youth, don't waste the spring light, don't ignore the voice in your heart. Spring is your canvas, it's also your soil, work hard to sow, everything you plant in spring will harvest in autumn. The human world is worth it, with the alternation of spring and autumn, mountains are high and water is long…
