Prose about the Beginning of Spring Festival

Spring is the first season of the year and also people’s favorite season. Below is a collection of essays about the Beginning of Spring solar term that I have collected. I hope it will be helpful to you! Prose about the Beginning of Spring, Part 1

The Beginning of Spring is the first of the twenty-four solar terms.

The beginning of spring means the beginning of spring. But spring is still far away. The swimming fish are still dreaming under the ice, and the ice under the eaves is long and shimmering with coldness. But, listen, the warm wind is gently passing over the wings of seagulls in the distant South China Sea, and they are starting to set off; there is faint thunder in the mountains thousands of miles away; a song has all kinds of things we know. The imaginable and unimaginable brilliant colors, all kinds of intoxicating fragrances, all kinds of cheerful singing, all kinds of comfortable feelings, the magical, wonderful, gentle, warm, joyful and vigorous symphony began the overture. The distant footsteps, the distant drum beats, the distant breath, are clearly very far away, but they seem to be within reach.

The mountains began to get brighter. The hazy mist shrouding the mountains dissipated. Against the backdrop of the remaining snow on the slopes, the rocks and trees were clearly distinguishable, and the dark blue mountain shadows were extremely clean. The distant mountains are light blue, as if they were hooked casually without exerting any effort.

The trees are still sleeping quietly. However, the thin smoke lingering in the forest melted away, and the woods began to become brighter like masses of ink. Countless soft willow branches are slightly yellow, as if stained by sunlight. The silver trunks of the poplar trees sparkled in the sunlight. The tender branches of the peach tree began to turn red, condensing to the point of blooming.

The lake water began to clear up. In winter, the lake is always filled with smoke and chaotic. The lake is vast and vast, giving people a feeling of being unfathomable, and it seems that there are countless unknown huge water beasts and monsters lurking below. On the day of the beginning of spring, the lake water suddenly became clear, and the green color undulated with the ripples, light green, bright green, the lake water in the light was green and green, and the lake water in the shadow was blue and blue. It turns out that "when spring comes, the water in the river is as green as blue." White waterbirds fly on the water, and sometimes their wings fly quickly across the water. Are they measuring the water temperature? The wild ducks were much happier and were swimming around happily.

All these changes are so subtle that they will be ignored if you are not careful. And if you are careful enough, you will have many wonderful feelings.

Listen, listen, to the distant sound of water, to the distant whisper, to the distant, distant breath of spring. Prose about the Beginning of Spring, Part 2

At the beginning of spring, heavy snow suddenly fell from the sky. Auspicious snow heralds a good harvest, this is a good sign!

I like snow because it is pure, but among the snow family, I love spring snow even more. This is not only because it has the same qualities as snow, but also because spring snow also has its own characteristics. Unique and excellent personality.

Spring snow is not ostentatious. It does not twist the body, shake the head, or dance ballet like winter snow, trying its best to express its gracefulness and showing off its gracefulness. Indeed, winter snow is charming, but in spring snow, you can’t see such a scene of leisurely expression of oneself. On the contrary, when it falls, it gives people a personality like a 100-meter race, eager to reach the destination as soon as possible, as if there is an acceleration. The posture is so strong and strong, and every step seems to contain the firm belief of fighting hard and moving forward.

Haruyue makes people unable to see impetuous emotions. In the spring snow, it seems difficult for us to see the domineering atmosphere of winter snow. Every action it takes is always fleeting, not indulgent, not flashy, giving people a gentle, elegant, steady and moderate attitude. Feel. As for the winter snow, when it hits people's faces, there is a kind of piercing pain, and the mixed north wind is also suffocating, as if the winter snow hides some evil thoughts of fighting against others.

Haruyuki also has a non-indulgent personality. When it snows in winter, it always seems to like to dominate the mountain and dominate it. It seems that winter is its world, even the evergreen tree, it wants to take it as its own, letting itself sit on the top of the tree and sway. Huang enjoys happiness and never cares about other people's feelings. But spring snow is different. Wherever it goes, the earth is quickly nourished, and everything is immediately revived. As long as it snows in spring, we can immediately feel infinitely fresh, and the whole world is full of vitality.

Spring snow is spring snow. Although it has the quality of winter snow and the spirit of winter snow, spring snow is spring snow. Every step it takes, you can always feel the message of spring condensed on the ground and endow the ground with spring. Mission, that kind of unassuming, unexpressive, and unwillful personality will always leave you with a deep memory.

The charm of spring snow makes everything in the world fall in love with it. Prose about the Beginning of Spring, Part 3

Spring is the first season of the year, and it is also people’s favorite season. Today, February 4th, is the beginning of spring.

The weather in spring is sunny and clear, and it is the season of recovery for all things. When spring comes, it is very good for our health to go out for a walk. We walked into the park, breathed in the breath of the spring girl, and walked into nature to enjoy the beauty of spring in the footsteps of the spring girl.

Grandpa Dong walked away slowly with heavy steps, and Miss Chun came with brisk steps. The ice in the creek is melting, and the snow on the grass has disappeared without a trace.

The snowflakes on the petals melted into the stamens. The crystal clear and rainbow-colored icicles hanging on the roof, branches, and even the eaves are dripping... Many small animals have also woken up and started looking for their own food.

The spring flowers are so beautiful! The flowers are all in bloom. In spring, the sky is filled with the fragrance of flowers and petals are flying. Even the spring breeze gradually becomes gentle, and the sun jumps out from the east. Miss Chun was lying on the green grass of the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau. The green grass was like a huge green blanket. Miss Chun looked at the blue sky, watched the chirping birds, basked in the sun, and enjoyed sunbathing. Not to mention how many Happy!

The sky in spring is very clear, and there are snow-white clouds floating here and there in the blue sky. Next to the snow-white clouds, golden birds flew happily.

The warm spring breeze turns the remaining snow on the ground, turns the branches green, turns the sky blue, and turns the ground green. In the sunny spring, there is a thriving and vibrant scenery everywhere. It is really a riot of pink, willows and green.

The beginning of spring is a solar term and a command. From this day on, there will be willows with gentle spring breeze, there will be spring rain that wets the feathers of swallows, there will be peach blossoms, red apricot blossoms, pink pear blossoms and white gorgeous clouds in the sky, there will be words falling into the streams and turning into tadpoles, there will be bees It hums in the dream, sweetening the night after night...

The spring girl is the symbol of spring. I think spring is very beautiful. Essay on the Beginning of Spring Solar Terms Part 4

I remember that when my mother was alive, she attached great importance to the Beginning of Spring solar term.

There was always a long time before the beginning of spring - or she had just entered the period of great cold, and she learned the exact time of the beginning of spring from the calendar. My mother looked at the mountains and fields, which were still filled with solemn eyes, and said with joy: "Winter is about to pass, spring is coming soon, and the new year has begun again!"

Hometown proverb: "New Year's Day" "Great New Year."

It means that the beginning of spring is more important than the New Year. One yuan begins again and everything is renewed. Who can say that the arrival of spring is not a big event? It is spring that makes the land warm, it makes the land soft, and it makes everything grow in the land! Welcome the Spring - In our hometown, it is called the Spring Festival, and this custom is still flourishing today. When I was still young, I always remember my mother telling my father to buy firecrackers for the Spring Festival. Later, my father passed away, and my mother told me to prepare it early every year and never neglect it.

When I was a child, I didn’t think so. After studying, I saw the custom of welcoming spring in my hometown, and saw the calendar clearly stated when spring began, so I imagined spring as a train. Only trains can It can contain all things that spring brings, including the singing of birds, the fragrance of flowers, the spring rain as precious as oil... and the growth of all things. At that moment, firecrackers were blasting loudly in the village, and every family was setting off firecrackers to welcome the spring. Spring symbolizes auspiciousness, prosperity and vigorous vitality. If you don’t set off firecrackers, you will feel unhappy and feel that things will not go well all year round. New Year's Eve dinner, the first day of the first lunar month, and the beginning of spring. On these three days, almost every family in my hometown will set off firecrackers grandly.

In spring, the train sometimes arrives at the station during the day, sometimes at midnight. Even if it arrives at the station at midnight, the firecrackers are still set off enthusiastically. When my father was around, he was responsible for setting off firecrackers during the Spring Festival. After my father was gone, I listened to my mother and came in on time at midnight to set off firecrackers. After my mother left, no one asked me to buy firecrackers to welcome the Spring Festival. , but my wife and I never neglect to set off firecrackers to welcome the Spring Festival every year.

After always setting off firecrackers to welcome the spring, my mother went to the vegetable garden and dug out two green cabbages by the roots, took out a bowl, put some soil in the bowl, and then planted a cabbage. Put it in a bowl, place it on the incense table in the main hall, and wrap a red paper loosely around the "waist" of the cabbage, which looks very festive. The cabbage with roots should also be placed in the kitchen water tank, but the cabbage should be washed cleanly. For my mother, this seemed to be a sacred ritual, and it happened every year when she was alive. Of course, many people are like this too.

For the four seasons of the year, I don’t have a clear love-hate attitude like some people. I have always felt that every season has its own merits. For example, in summer, you can go up the mountain to pick bayberries, swim in the river in front of your door, and catch fish; in autumn, when the chestnuts and persimmons in your hometown are ripe, you can enjoy the harvest that the seasons give us; in winter, you can make snowmen and have snowball fights; in spring, that The flaming red azaleas all over the mountain are such a beautiful scenery! The four seasons are made up of twenty-four solar terms. They are like a group of lively and lovely sisters with different names, different temperaments; so for the arrival of each solar term, I regard it as an update of nature. A group of beautiful sisters take turns performing their talents to make nature so beautiful and unique. I always feel that our Chinese nation is wise. The word "qi" in the word "solar terms" is used very skillfully. Qi is invisible, but its warmth and coldness are self-aware of all things. People live with one breath, and all things live. It is also the energy of heaven and earth. Twenty-four solar terms, twenty-four sister flowers with different temperaments, each one has a touching name!

There is another thing that shows that people in my hometown attach great importance to the beginning of spring.

According to the calculation of the lunar calendar, there are always some years when there is no beginning of spring between the first day of the first lunar month and New Year's Eve. This year is said to be the "Year of the Widow". It is said that it is unlucky to get married in such years. I remember that the twelfth lunar month of one year happened to coincide with the beginning of spring the following year, so a village of more than a hundred people rushed to hold weddings. There were many weddings that year, so some of them fell on the same day. It was so difficult that there were not even enough people to help with the banquet, and the family with a small number of people couldn't even allocate people to have the wedding banquet. It was really interesting.

My hope for spring begins with the winter solstice, which is the ninth day of the year. Although the cold wind is biting, the mountains are yellow, and the trees are sparse, and it is the coldest time of the year, I seem to smell the breath of spring.

On February 4th of the Gregorian calendar (that is, the 26th day of the twelfth lunar month), at 17:46, spring begins. It's clearly written on the calendar. On the thin paper, there are several rows of weeping willows, three swallows flying sideways, and a few ripples on the water. The artistic conception of spring is ready to come out. At this moment, in the small village deep in the mountains in the south of the Yangtze River where I live, almost every household is blasting firecrackers, and there are fireworks rising straight into the sky, dragging their tails and screaming and exploding in the air. The air was filled with smoke, and the Chinese New Year was coming soon, so it was full of festive atmosphere. After the firecrackers were set off, people immediately grabbed the broom and swept away the red confetti.

"Haha, a few dozen yuan turned into a pile of paper in the blink of an eye, and you still have to work hard. This is really money to buy hard work."

"Work hard to make money and spend it happily. , It’s all about excitement and luck.”

“Your son and wife are not home yet? New Year’s Eve is only two days away.”

“They will be home tomorrow. "

As I spoke, the firecrackers and confetti were swept away.

This person handed over a cigarette, and the other took it, took out a gas lighter from his pocket, lit the cigarette, took a deep breath, and three streams of blue smoke came out from his mouth and nose. The sun was shining brightly, and the two of them smoked cigarettes and continued talking. Anyway, the Chinese New Year was coming soon, and they had almost bought all the New Year's goods, so they were not busy.

“Nowadays, the New Year celebrations really don’t have the same atmosphere as before. The rice cakes are no longer steamed, the sugar is no longer boiled, and the New Year pigs are rarely slaughtered.”

“Yes, before, Making sugar, steaming cakes, and slaughtering pigs are the three major events during the New Year. Every family is very busy. Now, they all take money to buy them on the street. Look, there are not even five pigs in our village. What a lazy guy in the village."

"Hehe, if you don't mind, you can steam the rice cakes yourself, my dear, just press the rice cakes on the stove."

" How can I still carry the same enthusiasm as before? I can still carry a bowl of cakes, but I can eat a bowl of cakes, haha."

"It's all the fault of those who think of ways to make money. , let’s not steam the cakes, just send the rice and get the cakes back, how comfortable it is.”

“Didi——” A red car drove into the village, and after a while, the village was empty. Firecrackers were set off in the northwest corner. The two people who spoke immediately raised their ears and frowned.

"Go and have a look?"

"Go and have a look."

I found the house where the firecrackers were set off. It turned out that the son of this family was bringing his new wife to the door. Now, the host is offering cigarettes to the people who come to watch the fun.

The two of them followed suit and said with a smile: "What a good thing!"

The host was full of smiles, and his smiles were like the heavy ones hanging on the trees in autumn. Fruit, it seems that if you shake your head, the smile will fall to the ground.

Someone sang: "When the flowers bloomed in the spring, my sister and I held hands and walked to the mountain. I saw the red azaleas all over the mountain. I laughed so hard in my heart that I was so happy... …”

Someone interrupted and said, “Young man, stop singing. It’s still the beginning of spring, and it’s still early for the azaleas to bloom. When you see other people talking about wives, do you also want to have one? Come back!"

"I miss my wife, can you give me your daughter?"

"Don't tell me if you miss me, go tell my daughter. , I agreed as soon as she agreed, hehe."

"Hey, Juye, come and sit with the new wife at my house later." The host said hello to the new daughter-in-law when she came in, inviting people to come to his house. Have a wedding banquet.

The sky pulled down the black curtain.

Although it is the beginning of spring, there is not much movement in the plants. The dry grass on both sides of the river is yellow, and the persimmon trees, chestnut trees, and willow trees still stretch their black branches toward the sky. The weather was still cold, and when I woke up in the morning, there was still heavy frost. The cabbage, garlic, coriander, carrots, etc. in the vegetable garden were so cold that they became wilted. But as long as it's sunny, the sunshine during the day is already much warmer, and the wind on your face is no longer as bitingly cold.

Because New Year’s Eve and Spring Festival are at the beginning of spring, this period naturally adds a lot of excitement, so I want to talk about the Spring Festival in my hometown. Today, times have progressed, and the flavor of the year is much lighter than when I was a child, but some things still remain. Glutinous rice cakes are available in almost every household, including white cakes and meat cakes.

The white cake is off-white and is made of steamed glutinous rice flour; the meat cake is red and is steamed after mixing chopped pork, red yeast rice and salt into glutinous rice flour. Cake and "gao" are homophonic, so during the Chinese New Year, this auspiciousness still needs to be sought. Of course, glutinous rice cake itself is also a delicious farm food. Many people in my hometown like to eat it. People with stomach problems should not eat it because it is difficult to digest. Especially when it's time to core the cabbage, mix the cabbage core cut into small pieces with the white cake and fry it, half the cake and half the vegetable, which is very delicious.

I remembered the Usui house where I used to grind rice noodles. At that time, the hut was on the east side of the village, with wooden walls and thatched roof. Every year at the end of the year, the sound of "squeaking - ah - tom, squeaking - ah - tom" can be heard in the dormitory house, almost day and night. The whole village has to grind out the glutinous rice flour for steaming rice cakes.

Powder pounding is an individual job, and usually two companies work together. Two women sat on either side of the mortar. In front of each of them was a bamboo container with a six-inch edge. It was woven from strips of strips and was so tight that it could almost hold water. The two men at the other end were holding on to a wooden railing in front of them with both hands, standing with one foot underneath and stepping on the pedal with the other foot into a pit. It was winter and they were dripping with sweat. Although the two women were sitting cross-legged, the work was not easy. The man stepped on the pedal, and the woman lifted the stone pestle from the stone mortar. Soon after, she quickly stretched out her hand to the stone mortar. Take a handful of rice noodles out of the container and put it into a fine sieve, then shake the sieve in a circle, and the fine rice noodles will fall into the container like a drizzle.

Now that the rice noodles are pounded, the next step is to steam the rice cakes. First wash the two large wooden steamers clean, then put a layer of white earthen cloth on the drawer at the waist of the wooden steamers, steam them in a pot, and then knead the flour into balls one by one and put them into the wooden steamers. Go to steam. This requires skill. If you are not skilled in the skill, there will be small pieces of cornstarch in the steamed rice cakes, which are called "pigmented husks". The owner of steamed rice cakes is usually unhappy because it has an unlucky meaning. How much powder a rice cake contains is determined by the owner himself, it can be big or small. When the rice noodles in the two wooden steamers are fully steamed and the fire in the stove is removed, the rice cakes in the two wooden steamers are combined into one wooden steamer, and then they are pressed hard with tools. This is called Pressed cake. After compacting, pour a round rice cake from the wooden steamer onto the washed palm leaves, and the steaming work is over. When the rice cake cools and becomes harder, finally take out a long knife with handles at both ends, cut the round cake into strips, then put it into a container and soak it in water, and you're done. When you want to eat, just take it out of the water and cut it into pieces.

Now, the hut has long been demolished, and someone has built a house on the foundation. Even the stone pestle and mortar are nowhere to be found. Recalling the Usui House and the scene of pounding rice noodles back then, although poor and backward, there is still a bit of poetry. After all, life has progressed, which is a good thing!

On New Year’s Eve, when I got up in the morning, the man was busy pasting couplets. After finishing pasting, he cleaned up the front and back of the house. Although life has progressed, gas stoves have replaced the previous wood stoves in daily life. Unless there are weddings and funerals, they generally will not be burned. However, on New Year's Eve, every firewood stove is burning brightly, and we can see the usual stoves again. The rare curls of cooking smoke, steaming in big pots and frying in small pots, filled the whole village with aroma.

After men have pasted the couplets, it’s time to worship their ancestors. This is an important activity on New Year's Eve, which expresses the filial piety of future generations towards their deceased ancestors. In front of the tombs covered by weeds, the men brought their children and grandchildren to worship devoutly, inviting the souls of their ancestors to have a meal and pouring wine. Burning paper money and setting off firecrackers are all necessary parts of it. When the men came back from worshiping their ancestors, the women had almost cooked the food. The aroma that filled the village became stronger. Some people sniffed and said, "It smells so good!" The saliva was already gurgling in their mouths. .

The New Year’s Eve dinner has begun. Before eating, firecrackers are fired. The sound is earth-shattering and the room is filled with thick smoke. A table is filled with vegetables, chicken, duck, fish, meat, fried, steamed, deep-fried, boiled, all delicious and delicious. Pour the wine, sit down around the table as a family, eat and drink, have fun, everyone is smiling, as bright as a flower. The elders respect the younger generation, and the younger generation respects the older generation. Drinking one glass of wine after another, your face starts to turn red, and you won’t be afraid of blushing when you drink. This meal took a long time to eat. It could be said that they were tired from eating, so they all burped and got off the table with bloated bellies.

After eating, it’s time to wash; after washing, new clothes are put on, and everyone looks fresh and beautiful. Everyone gathered in the village venue to talk and laugh, and it got dark before they knew it. People have to stay up late on New Year's Eve. In my hometown, it is said that keeping up the New Year's Eve can bring longevity to their parents. On both sides of the door of the new house, red lanterns were hung up, beaming with joy. Those who watched the Spring Festival Gala watched the Spring Festival Gala, and those who played mahjong stayed up until midnight, had a late-night snack, and continued the excitement.

On the first day of the first lunar month, before dawn, the whole village opened its doors amidst the loud sound of firecrackers. This firecracker must be set off, otherwise it will be unlucky all year round. According to local custom, no one goes out on the first day of the first lunar month, and New Year greetings do not begin until the second day of the lunar month. So on this day you can have fun as a family. On the second day of the Lunar New Year, New Year greetings began. It was a joy to go back and forth among relatives and friends.

I recall that when I was a child, it was always New Year’s Eve. When my mother was still preparing the New Year’s Eve dinner, she would tell us brothers and sisters not to call meat bones bones at the New Year’s Eve dinner table and on the first day of the first lunar month, but to call them “bones”. "Yuanbao", it is unlucky to call it "bone". One time I accidentally called Bones, and my parents gave me cold looks, which made my young mind extremely nervous. But I was not convinced in my heart: "A bone is a bone, why should it be called a Yuanbao? Can it be a Yuanbao?" Now that I am a father, I also instruct my children to call bones "Yuanbao" at the New Year's Eve dinner table and the first day of the first lunar month. ”, it seems that this is the power of traditional culture.

Although, the New Year atmosphere in today’s villages is much duller than in the past.

A year has passed, and Qiu Sheng’s wife in the village has not come back to celebrate the New Year. She has not come back to celebrate the New Year in two years.

Qiu Sheng's wife came from another province and was introduced to this small mountain village. In the first few years after she came here, she and Qiu Sheng had children and lived a prosperous life. It's all the fault of this Qiu Sheng, who doesn't work hard and pragmatically, and spends all day thinking about digging ancient tombs to make a fortune. He has reached an obsessive state. Occasionally, he would find small objects that tempted him, but he never realized his dream of getting rich. The woman tried to persuade him, but no matter how much they argued, she couldn't stop him. Housework is left to women. Seeing that other people's new houses have been erected, Qiu Sheng's house is still a short wooden structure house. The woman ran out in anger. As a result, a pair of children will suffer.

"This woman is so hard-hearted. Look at how pitiful a pair of children are."

"It's not entirely the woman's fault. Look at Qiu Sheng's behavior and live with him. It’s really not easy to go down. If you don’t follow the right path and just dig out people’s ancestral graves, you might be digging out your ancestors for eight lifetimes.”

“Many young people nowadays don’t care as long as they have money. So many."

"You are not afraid of retribution for this derogatory thing?"

After the New Year, Qiu Sheng went out again carrying his tools. He frowned. Looking at the undulating green hills, he firmly believed that his dream of getting rich must be buried in an ancient tomb on a certain mountain - he had realized it in his dreams many times - that day would be the day when he would turn around in his autumn life! Many people go out to work, but Qiu Sheng doesn't go out. Qiu Sheng has to stay at home, dig graves, and realize his dream of getting rich!

Young men and women often drag their bags out before the Lantern Festival. After leaving and returning to the small mountain village, I have spent a year in a foreign land again. For them, their hometown has become a literal symbol.

How are you in a foreign country?

Are there tears that wet your eyes?

How are you in a foreign country?

Have you ever thought about going to bed? Holding my shoulders

Your smile that is no longer familiar

It is a perfunctory treatment to me

Although spring is here, there are no signs of spring. A little bit revealed. The sunshine adds warmth. Squinting at the bright sky, it seems that there are thousands of spring smiling faces in the sky laughing at us.

I long for the vibrant spring to come as soon as possible! Prose about the Beginning of Spring, Part 5

Beginning of Spring, the first solar term in this new cycle, has arrived just as it was said, before the festive gongs and drums of the Spring Festival have yet sounded.

In fact, as early as when the winter snow is falling, this migratory bird has been carrying warmth and auspiciousness, perching on the eaves of thousands of households, bringing people the hope, reverie and joy of spring. greetings.

As soon as winter passed by my window, spring followed.

However, there is no Oriole song. Only the mute voice of the wind, exploring this world that is suddenly warm and cold, stirs up my heart that is no longer young. oh! The journey of my heart has been washed away by the snow and raging by the wind, and a fire has already been ignited!

So I started my morning exercise again, which had been frozen by the severe cold for many days.

Spring has already been waiting for me in the grass on the roadside.

The winter insects are still sleeping, and the grass has just woken up. Those Xu Jingying, are they Can Xue? Is it condensation? oh! There was a spring rain just last night.

The tree full of twigs nodded to me walking towards me: "Good morning!" "Haha, early spring!" I said.

However, spring comes early, and there are people who come early. Farmers are already busy in the fields. The plowshares of spring have turned over the sleeping frozen soil, and the whistle for farmland construction has already sounded. In the winter shed, the peppers are green and the tomatoes are red...

Winter swimmers don’t know that spring has arrived. They ask: "Is spring coming? Is it coming?" So they laughed and splashed water on me, and I felt cool and cool. The river water hit her full body.

The spring water is rippling, and what comes with it is the tide of thoughts...

When I was in school many years ago, I read a poem about spring. My heart was immediately moved, and soon I Memorized. I recited it mentally when I was alone. Only if you like it very much will you recite it to yourself with all your heart. The poem describes the tenderness of spring, the turmoil of spring, and the confusion of spring. That was exactly my mood at that time. At this time today, my chest has been completely occupied by tenderness. Warm, fresh, many things are growing and beautiful. I don’t know for whom it is growing and beautiful.

Ha! Spring is here, not only wandering on the winding paths, but also wandering in the vast fields.

Spring sprouts hope on every branch.

Everything born in spring will embrace this hot land. Prose about the Beginning of Spring, Part 6

Every New Year, there is an urge to write something. As for what to write, there is no clear theme. This situation is a bit like facing an old friend whom you haven't seen for a long time. You have a lot of things to say in your heart, but when you actually meet, you feel that you have no way to speak. Silence may be the best way to express each other. However, people can be silent between each other, and they can experience and communicate with their hearts. But it cannot be done with words, because many times, if you don’t write for a while, you will never be able to write again. Face the words, or rather, face yourself. In front of words, it's like sitting in front of a mirror. The person in the mirror seems so familiar, but it also always feels a little strange. Buddha said: Only when a person truly knows himself can he understand himself, take control of himself, and ultimately surpass himself. But where is that self? In other words, there are many things about myself that I don’t really understand, and there are also many things that I dare not really face.

For several days, I indulged in wine. It seems that from the moment the glass is raised, a strange self will run out of the darkness, facing familiar or unfamiliar people, making involuntary movements and saying involuntary words. You can also feel that that person, from the initial fear of alcohol, slowly became dependent on it, and then lost his mind, until he lost his memory. I remember that I once wrote that others drink to get drunk, but I drink because I am afraid of waking up from another anesthesia. However, now I seem to be like those people, getting drunk just for the sake of getting drunk. I know what I have been running away from, what I am looking for, and what I am looking forward to. I also know that even if those things come to me, they are not what I really want. Know: life is going to start another order, another rhythm, another kind of involuntary. However, I also know that deep in my heart, there are many feelings, and many good things will become dusty from now on. In this hurried life, I almost always fall into this kind of inseparable worry about gains and losses.

Remembering the movie "The Beginning of Spring", Wang Cailing had a line: Every year when spring comes, it feels like something is going to happen, but the whole spring has passed, but nothing has happened. The sky outside the window is dark, a bit humid, and a bit cold. The trees are bare, the ground is gray and yellow, and the pedestrians are in a hurry. So does time around me. A person, in this house, writes such an article. This moment belongs to oneself, and there is a feeling of having stolen half a day's leisure. How many more days like this will there be in this life, when such words will flow out and flow away from my pen? Sometimes I think: An article is like a child. After the beginning, no one can predict what kind of appearance it will show to people, and no one can know for sure what kind of path it will take. Is it shelved on the shelf, or is it being circulated among others? Every article has its own life! Just like everyone does.

There must be an ending, just like everyone's life, there must be excitement and an end. It's also possible that it could be over without any surprises. So, how should I end this article? Be your true self and live your most wonderful life. Or should you be a flashy firework in the eyes of others?

Spring is coming, let’s be a tree. After being silent for a winter, facing the wind and rain, I sprouted my own buds, bloomed my own flowers, bore my own fruits, and grew my own material.