Prose One day, we will meet the blossoming spring

Mondo Tourism Updated on 2024-03-05

Warm Spring Text: Falling snow and dust Picture @ Sakura classmates.

The weather in Xi'an is always changeable in spring, with two days of warmth at the end of February, two days of dust, and then a heavy snow that seems to come from winter and spreads over the city. At first warm and cold, Chang'an's spring seems to have lost most of it.

There were only a few people on the street, and the cold wind was blowing, but I still went out and walked alone. The eyebrows, the hair, and the shoulders are everywhere. Reach out to pick it up, and when you receive it, it will dissipate, but the old and the new alternate, and it is also considered to be owned.

I really love snow, even if it is such a heavy snow left in spring, there must be a few new words, a meeting of the past, and a poem made of habit.

The weather in spring has always been changeable, in the blink of an eye, the old snow melts, the day is warm, the afternoon sun begins to soften, the spring grass is green, and there are flowers in full bloom.

Occasionally sit idle in the dusk and listen to the wind, there is orange warm light falling on the west wall, and then I hear the endless noise of the evening, cooking smoke, noise, and I also wake up from the cold winter.

Seeing the moon again, after many hazy and cold nights, it's just a pity that the scattered stars are not as good as the hometown, it doesn't matter, the season has been delivered to the spring, and the moon will be so bright the next night.

At this point, all things are spring. I think that all suffering will be over, and the pain should be buried in the last heavy snow of the past winter, and usher in a new spring.

How prosperous the spring snow is, we just need to wait a little longer, and finally we can see the spring day of Chang'an.

March 3, 2024.

About the author: Falling snow and dust

A vulgar and ordinary person, writing some scribbled poems, trying to live an ordinary life. Three thousand passers-by, ten zhang red dust, meeting is fate, thank you for liking.

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