Original author: Cao Fubin | Alxa League, Inner Mongolia
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The reverie of spring
In the early spring of the north, it is still very depressed.
The temperature of winter, cold and tenacious, is hesitant to leave.
The sun shines selflessly on the earth, constantly changing angles from east to west, looking for every forgotten corner, throwing down a warm light, and trying to drive winter away.
Under the eaves, the hanging icicles were moved to leave hot tears, teardrops slid down the arms of the icicles, ticking, ticking the ground, forming a row of water stains with chiseled pits on the ground, constantly reminding the land that spring is coming, spring is coming...
In the field, the watered winter water still maintains the shape of ice strongly. Listen carefully, under the ice, the sound of the creeps and the sounds are telling us that there is warmth flowing. Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, As the sound sounded, I saw that the rough lines cut through the ice surface, horizontally and vertically, adding folds to the clothes to this coldness, becoming flowing and flexible, as if changing the new clothes for this land...
When the last rays of sunlight were swallowed up by the horizon, the stars blinked their mischievous eyes and appeared in the vast sky, their eyes cold, he was looking for last night's playmate, a figure hiding from the sun...
The moon in the black and white picture, revealing its own face, elegant and quiet, let people reverie, is Wu Gang watering the osmanthus tree with his own blood? Is that hazy darkness the flower that the laurel tree quietly blooms? I thought the color of the flowers should be bright red! Is that flowing smoke white the sleeve of Chang'e's dancing? That rabbit is a bystander? Or a participant? Can you witness an eternal love...
Here, I want to sing and sing a spring song!
2022.2.5
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Cao Fubin, male, Han Ethnicity, Ejin Bannerman, civil servant, loves literature.