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Chapter 121 Spring nostalgia

[China] Zhang Xiaofeng

Spring is so unreasonable and illogical, but it can still be so good that it makes people feel calm.

Spring must have been like this: from the top of the green and introverted mountain, a handful of snow could no longer hold it, and with a puff, the cold face turned into a flowery face, and a song was sung from the clouds to the foot of the mountain, Singing from the foot of the mountain to the low deserted village, singing into the fence, singing into the yellow web of a duckling, singing into the melting spring mud——spring mud as soft as a newly turned quilt.

So delicate, so sensitive, yet so chaotic and boundless.A sound of thunder can cause the clouds to cry all over the sky for no reason; a burst of azaleas can make a city of azaleas anxious.When a gust of wind blows, every willow will sing out a series of white, fluttering catkins, which can't be said or heard clearly, and each catkin is a semicolon of a willow.Anyway, spring is so unreasonable and illogical, but it can still be so good that it makes people feel calm.

Spring must have been like this: the pond is full of dark leaves and flowers, withered stalks stick to a piece of old roots, and the beams of thousands of houses in the north are still tenderly hugging a small ball under the pressure of wind and snow. Empty swallow's nest.Then, one day suddenly, the peach blossoms captured all the mountain villages and rivers, and the willow trees controlled the imperial ditches and the folk rivers. .

As for the name of spring, there must have been such a story: before the "Book of Songs", before "Shangshu", before Cangjie created characters, a lamb suddenly felt juicy when eating grass, and a child was flying a kite. A sudden rush of water, a pair of gouty legs suddenly felt the veins of water... As they rushed to tell each other in amazement, they decided to pout their mouths into a whistling shape, and use a pleasant whispering volume for this. The name of the season - "spring".

The bird can start measuring the sky again.Some are responsible for measuring the blueness of the sky, some are responsible for measuring the transparency of the sky, and some are responsible for measuring the height and depth of the sky with their wings.And all the birds are not good mathematicians. They chirped and counted, checked and checked, and finally they dared not announce the statistics.

As for all the flowers, I have given them to the butterfly to count.All the pistils are handed over to the bees for cataloging.Let all the trees be pampered by the wind.And the wind, hand it over to the old wind chime in front of the eaves to remember and inquire one by one.

Spring must have been like this, or, somewhere, it still is!Walking through the black forest between chimneys, I want to visit the spring wandering in the distant age.

Heart mark notes
When spring comes with her unique freshness like the sea, it can really make people enchanted.When spring comes like a tide with her unique warmth, it can really break your soul.The clear snow water, the ducklings with yellow webs, the melting spring mud, the flying catkins, the peach blossoms all over the hillside, the chirping birds flying all over the sky, the dancing butterflies, the hardworking bees, the wind that never stops— ——All these are gentle to our eyes.There are also a little bit of green, a little bit of red, a little bit of yellow, a little bit of pink, and a little bit of purple that flash like stars, which also surprises our eyes.

Spring is definitely a gallery showing the prosperity of life.

So, let us start to walk in the gallery of spring overflowing with fragrance.

(End of this chapter)