hometown

The second month of the lunar calendar has passed a long time ago, but it has been snowing for several days in Gansu Province in the northwest. I wanted to inject a touch of spring into my mood, but I felt more bitterly cold than the late winter at 39. Early in the morning, I opened the curtains with great anticipation, praying that the long-lost sunshine would reunite with me and awaken the warmth in my heart.

Excitement, surprise and a little gratitude, I had mixed feelings when I saw this friend who had been separated for a few days but hadn't felt for a long time, but these mixed feelings were best summed up by this old friend's name - Sunshine. My heart was comfortably bathed and intoxicated in the sunshine. A poetess I once knew once wrote a short essay "The Wheat is Yellow", expressing the thoughts of those 'wanderers' thousands of miles away from home. I dare link it to the meeting. "Spring Breeze" is my thoughts and ideas about my hometown.

Whenever I talk about the scenery of spring, my heart can't help but go back to ten years ago, to the place in my mind where spring really began. At that time, my family lived in an artificial lake, only a few dozen meters away from the bubbling spring. Whenever spring comes, I can't help but stop by the pavilion near the lake or in the middle of the lake to make up for the "lost" time with nature in the past winter. Peach trees, willows, bamboo and many flowers and trees I did not recognize, either close to or sparsely around the hundreds of meters of lake shore. Peaches, willows and bamboo grow in the green grass. These are my first impressions of spring. The spring breeze rises again and the sun shines brightly. Seven or eight peach trees gathered branches and pink clouds at the same time, emitting a charming fragrance. Their charm is like a group of elegant young girls. Thinking about it now, I regret not bowing under their skirts. Approaching the tree, I could see little bees with tiger spots on their tails running through the pistills. Therefore, I have the most intuitive understanding of the lovely lyric "The little bee is busy gathering honey".

At that time, I always like to call the new green leaves on the willows and Holly "blooming after the spring breeze in February." A few new leaves that have not yet fully unfolded are gathered together like small petals in a patchwork of fresh and tender flowers, which are particularly lively against the dark green and old leaves. I will quietly collect these "flowers" from time to time and appreciate them as treasures. More than a decade later, I no longer confuse growing leaves with flowering. I just want to return to the time of "flowering" by chance, only to find that my seeds have long gone with the wind.

Now the spring breeze is coming again, but I can't see the flowers and willows of my distant hometown, nor can I ride a bicycle with my parents to the wilderness near the spring breeze as I did when I was a child. When I regret, I have to look out the window at the constant spring light every year, or let my heart fly high with the kite back to where it used to be.

charming fragrance. Their charm is like a group of elegant young girls. Thinking about it now, I regret not bowing under their skirts. Approaching the tree, I could see little bees with tiger spots on their tails running through the pistills. Therefore, I have the most intuitive understanding of the lovely lyric "The little bee is busy gathering honey".