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Memories of Spring |
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As spring arrives with its poetic and picturesque beauty, I cannot help but
think of her and reminisce about the two innocent children running through the
grass.
I met her in the spring, and we bonded over our shared interests. We lay on the
grass and gazed up at the blue sky, marveling at the ever-changing clouds and
indulging in endless musings. We wondered if the mischievous clouds were like
us, or if it was the spring goddess who enchanted them. The more we thought, the
more curious we became. With a warm spring breeze blowing, we started running
through the grass. She moved gracefully, like the spring itself, darting back
and forth in the grass. She fell and got back up, and her perseverance deeply
moved me. From her, I learned this precious spirit of persistence.
We both longed for freedom, to be like a free bird flying high in the vast blue
sky, or to be a free fish swimming joyfully in the boundless ocean, hoping to
swim faster and higher. Thinking about this, we both smiled sweetly. Several
swallows flew over our heads, and we got excited, jumping up and singing
together "Little Swallow, wearing a flower dress, comes here every spring...".
The swallows had flown away, but our song would forever continue.
We lay on the grass, humming songs, and suddenly noticed that the blades of
grass were swaying, as if dancing to our tune. We were even happier then,
enjoying carefree moments.
Another year of green grass and the thriving of spring had come, but she had not
shown up, and I wondered how long we would be apart. "Little Swallow, wearing a
flower dress, comes here every spring...". Spring was about to end, but I was
still waiting. |
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