Spring has arrived, and winter has left. It is already
April, and in the North, spring is too short. Before the winter jasmine
fades away, summer arrives uninvited. Time is already short, and amidst the
vibrant colors of spring flowers, there is no time to enjoy them fully. Only
when riding a bike along the road, do the various flowers on the roadside
catch a brief moment of attention. "Hold on, my dear flowers! One day, I
will admire you all."
The melting glaciers flow, and the water level rises half a meter high, as
if it wants to take over the riverbank. Though it's not as colorful as the
flowers, the scaly waves make the long-lost warm wind look beautiful,
clustering together and flowing towards the same direction. All the rivers
are the same, breaking months of silence in an instant, as if receiving a
command to come back to life. The clear water surface reflects the new life
of spring, extending to an infinite distance. The grass on both sides of the
riverbanks sticks out its head, breathing in the breath of spring, and
bathing in the first spring rain. It is a short and light rain that doesn't
even soak the asphalt road, which dries quickly. The real soil absorbs the
gentle rain, and then a thin layer of spring mud is born, naturally.
After all, it's only just passed March, and there's still a hint of coolness
after the rain. However, the air is excellent, washed clean without a speck
of dust. Take a deep breath, and the freshness spreads throughout the body,
from the inside out, like chewing a piece of ice on a midsummer day. Even if
the nose turns red, it's a beautiful intoxication. As someone who loves
"flying on wheels," I slow down to appreciate the beauty of spring. The
slower I go, the more abundant spring becomes.
Although the tree trunks on the roadside have not yet sprouted new buds,
they contain new life, which will soon be dyed green. I love green the most,
the kind of fresh green that seems like it will burst at a touch, bursting
out with tender green. I really don't know why it's so green. Just thinking
about it makes my heart itch, filled with infinite nature. No wonder so many
great poets sing praises to it. Spring brings this green, but it cannot
retain this kind of green. Nevertheless, green is brought by spring and
makes the earth colorful. Seeing green is seeing life, understanding green
is understanding nature, green is the master of nature, and the essence of
spring. People say "Spring is lethargic, Autumn is tired, and Summer is
drowsy." I don't know who came up with that. With such a spring and such a
green, where is there room for tiredness?
The North's spring is indeed too short, but the life of spring continues in
the green, flowing and lingering in the watery green, a beautiful green. |