What is spring like?

Early spring.

Early spring must be warm and cold at first, and the weather is uncertain. Like a person who is very beautiful but has been hurt. Sometimes he smiles at you, and sometimes he is cold. That temper is so unpredictable! But knowing that it will get warmer and warmer gives people confidence.

(If the temperature only rises steadily, the warmth will be taken for granted, and it will not be so easy to cherish.)

There will be freezing rain. It was a pitter-patter, as if the rain would not be clean for a while. But don't rain for too long - if it rains too long, your clothes will not dry, and you and your family will have no hope.

The most important thing is that the wind is no longer cold. The chill blowing on the face is not the knife cut in the three-nine days, but like the words lovers say when they quarrel: "I hate it!"

There are new vegetables on the market. Cress, shepherd's purse, small garlic, malan head, pea tips... Just like this season, subtle and fresh. Pull it off a little, and the uncontrollable spring scenery emerges.

Occasionally, there should be one or two flowers that bloom first if you can’t stand it. Plum blossoms, winter jasmine, viola, periwinkle, February orchid... are not very attractive colors, but they can instantly brighten a gloomy place. Then there will be more and more of their partners: one after another, gradually continuing, and finally blooming in brilliant colors.

There must be thunder. Faintly, rolling from a distance. Just like the vibration of carriages and horses, there are low-key and unassuming big shots coming to support, and the world is not angry and has authority. Of course, it can't be as "boom!" as it was in July and August. That would be too much.

A bird will come back to my window sill. They built many nests on the kitchen window sill, and all winter long, no birds paid attention to them. But around the beginning of spring, they will come back, chirping and repairing their new nest, making the whole room lively.

There must be newly opened stores on the streets, and spring clothes can’t wait to be put on display in shopping malls. Everything is brand new, as if eating these new snacks and buying these new clothes can completely change your appearance; in your new life, you can forget about the past.

"The mountains are moist and the water is rising."

Spring Bamboo Shoots

The first golden bell flower and its buds

< p>The cherry blossoms have just bloomed, and the newly emerged butterflies

Mid-spring.

There must be sunshine in mid-spring. Very rich sunlight, bright and flowing. When it flows to the ground, it turns into a whole field of rapeseed flowers; when it flows onto people's bodies, it turns into bright new clothes. Yes, there must be new clothes - all things in the world are beginning to show bright, soft, light and bright colors, and of course humans should be the same - flowers and branches are swaying, clothes are fragrant, and everyone is walking down the street handsomely superior.

To sprout. From the empty sky, to the gaps in the stone slabs, to the corners of the wall, to the radishes, ginger, garlic displayed in the kitchen... all the tenderest greens are popping up, as if they are colluding with each other and secretly competing. The treetops change every day, but the air is filled with the clear breath of vegetation. Those who are responsible for cooking at home will definitely complain: "It's sprouted! I need to eat it quickly." - Although it is troublesome, it is also very good.

To return to the tide. The corridor was warm and humid, the bluestone pavement was dripping with moisture, and the blackboard in the classroom had water mist condensing into water droplets, making it impossible to write any words. No matter how many times I wiped the windows, they were still sticky. Spring becomes a person who touches me again, and tears that I can't hide burst out from all over my body.

Everyone continued to complain: "Oh, it's all wet." - But I think it's pretty good too.

There must be many flowers blooming. Even on the most ordinary roadside in the city, there should be full of flowers and trees in bloom. Cherry blossoms, crabapples, and magnolias are blooming like crazy, and the branches are all over the sky and the ground. They are all in the bloom of youth made of fresh flowers. The evening breeze blows softly, and the branches of the blooming flowers sway gently, reminding people of the fragments of first love, that confusing love at first sight.

Hey, the flowers in spring look like teenage love. Be devoted, no matter the cost. I think this is the best time and the most touching gesture in my life, so I can't continue to be 100% sincere. This is indeed true: even people who don’t like flowers will be somewhat moved when they see such blooming.

(Really, just like love. If you don’t experience it, you can’t understand the energy of such a scene.)

You must have at least one or two times and have enough leisure time . I don’t go to work, I don’t socialize, I don’t check my mobile phone, and I don’t stay at home. I just take advantage of the good weather to go to a place full of flowers and the scent of grass flows in the air, and waste time by spreading out. Walking, dazing, taking a nap, playing... is it luxurious? I think it's one of the most luxurious things.

I want the familiar bird to chirp clearly to wake me up in the morning.

"The new spring willows on the lake are shaking, ready to call people."

February Orchid

A hundred thousand cherry blossoms fall asleep

Heaven Under the blue, the red makeup of the draping crabapple

Late spring.

Ah, late spring is the deepest spring. I know that spring is about to pass, so I am particularly reluctant to leave it, and my thoughts are still lingering.

Have delicious fruits. Strawberry, cherry, mango, pineapple, mulberry. They are piled up one after another, like fragrant and plump flesh, dripping with juice. When eating, every bite seems to be full of spring.

There must be a meowing cat downstairs. After estrus, there is a commotion on the walls and on the roofs of the courtyards.

In the lingering spring night, I heard them elongate their voices and howl. The vigorous desire seems to be flowing down a thousand miles.

But don’t scream all night! Then it’s time to fight.

There must be all kinds of green. Deep emerald and light green are gradually rendered layer by layer, as if all the watercolor paints have been used up, no, all the green in the world has been used up.

There should be flowers in full bloom, with petals spread all over the ground. When people grow up, they no longer need such overwhelming and all-out love, so the layers settle and the beauty turns into dust.

The flowers that are about to bloom at this time should have gradually become more subtle. It is no longer so grand and overwhelming, but it has layers of rich colors and fragrances. Wisteria, peony, rose, camphor, neem, smile. Various fragrances, light or heavy, strong or light, sweet or bitter. The whole person was trapped in such a rich floral fragrance, a little confused and a little panicked. I can't catch it, I can't keep it. Although I'm surrounded, it seems like I'm about to slip away.

It must be a quiet night with high visibility (so a spring cat cannot meow every day), with bright stars hanging in the sky. The Spring Triangle, and the Big Dipper.

You should feel like you are getting busier. It would be too shameful to keep intoxicated and wasting time.

All kinds of green

The petals of late cherry blossoms all over the ground, their beauty has settled into dust

The roses on the day before the beginning of summer

In the Forest Park Poppy

It is best not to:

Work overtime. It's okay in the summer because the days are long; it's okay in the winter because the nights are lonely. Autumn is also okay, because there are not so many new, fresh, and fleeting beautiful things that make people feel uncomfortable not to see them.

Haze. This thing seems to be barely tolerable in winter; but when spring is still chaotic, it is really disgusting, and I wish I could turn into Pangu and chop down the clear spring scenery with an axe.

Sick. Not only is it a pity, but it also seems depressing: The whole year's plan is spring, but I am sick. The same applies to allergies; if you are allergic to pollen, it is a great pity. I'm always very proud of this - a person who is obviously allergic to everything, but not allergic to spring and pollen.

Separation. Spring is like what Li Shutong said: the flowers and branches are full in spring, and the sky is full and the moon is full. (Actually, I know that the original sentence is "flower branches bloom in spring", but selfishly I prefer the version with "flowers".) So, I hope to be alone, and I hope to be reunited, and everything is happy. Just don’t say goodbye at this time.