With the ink marks of the sentence "The light shirt tries the first branch, the warm mist is slender and clear. The willow eyes slowly open, the plum gradually fills the quietness." slowly drying on this paper, the shadow of winter has also disappeared. But at this moment, the bird is singing, eagerly searching for a song that can express the joy in my heart. The little bird also feels that it is already sitting in the small courtyard, enjoying the beautiful spring. It doesn't need any words or descriptions, just a heart full of joy and greetings is enough. Perhaps when fate has already been written, there is no need to think too much or worry. Just walk with peace of mind and laugh with joy, without any need for speculation or worries. Think about it, the spring sunshine and moonlight, aren't they just like this?
It should be like this, it should be clear and pure like this. Thinking about how the flowing silver of this white shadow often clears the snow in this long night, there is no intention to write any poems or beautiful words. Most likely, at this moment, the longing and anticipation inside this window are deep and thoughtful, that's what I think in my heart. It's also like this, it should be like this, quietly and suddenly gone. Thinking about how the desolate eyebrows often want to delay the autumn courtyard, there is no need to send any love letters or silk fabrics, most likely thinking about the fallen leaves on these steps, they also have the intention to say goodbye. That's what I think in my dream.
At this moment, I can clearly see the outline of this gathering and dispersing. It goes without saying that it is embarrassing, and the more I see it, the more I walk, the more I feel that the past is difficult to express and cannot be put into words. It's not pitiful, but fortunate.
Think about it, if I had never stepped into the autumn courtyard where "teary eyes ask the flowers, but the flowers don't speak, the scattered red flies over the swing." If I had never experienced the melancholy between "the night has passed, the east window is not yet white, and the remaining moon is frozen" If I had never unintentionally felt the sadness and desolation of "the lonely mansion closed in the cold of spring, the cuckoo's cry in the setting sun", most likely at this moment, this warm and gentle early spring and sunshine would just be an ordinary shadow. There is no need to think about how to pity or how much hatred this fate has endured.
And now, when I think of the phrase "the departed are like this", I no longer feel the deep sadness that I used to feel when I was with my dear friend. Instead, joy deepens. What has gone, can't be stopped or hindered like flowing water. Even if it is as sad as "longing for the distant water and lonely clouds", it is difficult to imagine that the returning swallow will be a familiar figure. Just think that the flying snow has already disappeared, and at this moment, the spring sunshine is already spreading in this study and beside me, slowly and gently. I don't know how it feels, but when I think of the arrival of spring, it should be the joyful face of the Mei Hua bird, which is like the second song of flowing pearls, and not the melancholy face of the autumn gentleman. That sad expression.
If it is because of the disappearance that even the bubbles feel like illusions, and it makes the eagerly anticipated eyebrows frown or frown more often, most likely these sad poems and lamenting words will slowly fade away like this long night. The hope of a bright future is also likely to be just a dream.