It's spring and winter.
Text: Hu Feng Chuyue.
Spring is engraved on the compass of the beginning of spring.
It is to pave the way for spring.
A snow fell enthusiastically.
The cold wind howled. Snowflakes dancing happily.
The eve of spring.
The lightning thundered from the sky.
Winter is still wandering.
Wait for the command of the universe.
Make up for a snow in the south.
The messenger arrived. My soul is traversing.
Take the arrow order. In search of a lost childhood.
Unfurl the order flag. Pass it to the young people who are reading in front of the window.
In short, the front is a red-soaked spring color.
Winter doesn't want to end his mission.
The northern rivers continue to freeze.
Standing on the land that had been reclaimed.
Feet carry the expedition through the wind and dust.
Looking south, the hometown.
More than 2,000 years of smoke and dust.
Heard the Chu military formation.
Guqin hugs the mountains.
I repair bamboo carvings.
Thousands of mountain birds fly away.
Yes; Spring is coming back.
Which year, the residual red was crumpled into snow.
There is only a red scarf between you and me.
Pull at both ends. The north wind cuts off the warmth of life.
When the greenery blooms a faint red.
Tears washed away the lead in an instant.
I'll be in the spring.
Spring is embraced by the sun.
I don't want to go back into the night.
That man and that mountain lead to the depths of my soul.
Hair is gray. A cane bears witness to my distant station.
I'm sketching in my soul.
That's all it is. Moments like that.
I want to summon it.
Goodbye winter. Goodbye spring.
—February 4, 2024, Lichun Hanyang City.
About author:Hu Yi (Hu Feng Chuyue) was born in 60 years and his hometown is Wuhan, Hubei. Self-study of Hubei University linguistics major, clumsy and diligent, stupid birds fly first, independent and special, like literature and art, for people for literature, a pen for life.