March/Wang Jing

(I woke up in the morning, flipped through the WeChat circle of friends, read the random thoughts written by Beijing sister Wang Jing, and remembered that the day when apricot flowers hurried together in Beijing to say goodbye happened to be my birthday. ...

Sissy)

Evening in March.

It is rare to sit still like this, concentrate on making tea, savor it carefully, and be with yourself wholeheartedly.

Under the window, white magnolia, purple magnolia, and the bright apricot flowers, you can't find them.

The second time it opens, the second time it falls, it seems that the bustling flowing water seats will eventually disperse.

There is only one ending in the world, but in any case, we can't live up to the joy of gathering and the joy of life.

A piece of new green, birds twittering, originally barren courtyard suddenly full of vitality. Only when Toona sinensis sprouts, will the days flow away like running water.

What has passed is not the past. Some time will ferment in your heart to preserve your temperature and fragrance.

I will still miss my days in Quanzhou.

Stay in a hostel, starting in March.

In addition to thinking all day, people are also busy.

Aka took her newly-married Spanish husband, Zixuan made a nutritious vegetarian meal, Bing Xin brought delicious fruits, Dana bought delicious cakes ... After eating and drinking enough, several people were holding pipa and flute, singing Nanyin.

I can't help but sigh that it's hard to get a ticket for one day in Quanzhou. It's a godsend.

But even if you hide in Yi Rong, the traditional customs in southern Fujian are like spring breeze.

Hu Axiang's Dongshi ancestral temple is a global gathering with gongs and drums and firecrackers. Those folks who come back from home and abroad are all kinds of strange things. I chewed crispy fried dough sticks and stopped at an inappropriate time. I couldn't tell whether it was funny or envious.

Without the clouds in our hometown and the ancestral tablets, we would have been homeless for a long time.

On the 2nd, the Buddhist festival on the 26th day of the lunar calendar, people from Kaiyuan Temple and various stalls propped up a whole West Street, and it was rare to see a policeman within five steps.

Sisi and I crossed the streets and bought fruits and lilies to worship Guanyin in Chengtian Temple. The weather is sunny and warm, and the wind is warm. Watching turtles, big and small, play in the water of the release pond is quiet and peaceful, quiet and far away.

It rained when I returned to Beijing on the 3rd. I stood upstairs and looked out, and the continuous red house added vicissitudes of life. Sitting under the glass door porch, listening to the rain, I still rushed over to have a cup of tea with Sisi.

The driver of Didi special car dragged the suitcase, full of gentlemanly demeanor, and took me all the way to the parking space. I walked a long way until I reached the corner. Looking back, my dear Sisi was still trying to find the leader to see me off. Her snow-white face and long black hair were hazy and beautiful in the rain and fog.

I sent her a letter as a joke. "Think about it, you just leaned against the door and looked at that kind of feeling, heartbreaking. You Weidong didn't get such treatment! " "

"Yes, so you should come back early!" She sent a poor expression with the letter.

Although I'm joking, my eyes are still a little hot and wet.

I am anxious to go back to Beijing, thinking that my little brother is going to work in Gothenburg, Sweden.

In those days, the whole person was weak and tired, and he was not interested in the sudden spring scenery in the north. Tossing and turning at night, sometimes sighing I remember that when he first joined the work, he was particularly worried every time he traveled for a long time. This time, I am alone in a foreign country, thousands of miles away.

Mr. Wang was there to comfort me, but he actually felt a little unbearable. I really don't want to leave him alone after all these years of company.

My brother said goodbye to me when he left, and told me earnestly not to worry too much, just rest assured and take good care of yourself.

The calendar in March, when opened, is all about gathering and parting.

I packed my parting thoughts, only to find that the spring flowers in the mountains and plains have fallen by half.

Come in spring.

As if from the sky, Xixi elder sister came from March when the grass grows in the south of the Yangtze River. Dragging a long green dress and scarf, the figure under the light rain of apricot blossoms shines brightly. It is meaningful to spend her birthday in Beijing.

We sat opposite each other on the couch, and the south window was interlaced with light and shadow. She laughs like a flower, and her words are still humorous, but I know how she struggled to climb out of the mud pit and be reborn from the crypt. That's why the light after darkness is so cherished.

Coincidentally, Sister Yi Kai from Jiangmen, Guangdong Province will stay at home for a few days. I seldom see such a girl, kind and pure, gentle in temperament, like magnolia under the window.

I was busy reading Nanyin's new song "Looking at the Moon" in those days, and I often didn't have time to take care of her. She settled herself and never bothered me. She just asked enthusiastically, "Sister, shall I record the video for you after you play the pipa?"

Every time I go out, Yi Kai will hold my arm tightly, and I can't finish talking. I soon got used to her intimacy and attachment.

On the 22nd, on the 16th night of the lunar calendar, we had dinner early and went to the back hill to see the moon. Unexpectedly, panting reached the top of the mountain, the sky was overcast, the moon shadow disappeared, the mountain wind hit, and the cold wave burst.

In the abandoned old French monastery on the mountain, the golden retriever who looked up at the sky alone on the wall heard Yi Kai's call, set out for the iron gate, and stretched out his front paws from the railing to shake hands with her.

Mom always said that cats and dogs know how to keep warm, which is true.

"Its hands are so warm!" Yi Kai squatted outside the railing and shook his head happily. "Sister, come and shake it!"

I couldn't beat her, so I approached with a smile. Yi Kai didn't know that her young and vivid smile was warmer than the golden retriever's handshake.

Compared with her daily circle of friends, recording and expressing her feelings, my WeChat world is lifeless, and it seems unreasonable to be dull and calm.

I am used to keeping many good memories in my heart. I don't need to think of them all the time, but I won't forget them, and I don't know which day I will be stirred by a pebble.

I often don't know how to express my gratitude. I know I'm lucky that so many people will be completely released and show goodwill to themselves.

The love spoken always changes its meaning. What can you hold in the deep sea in your heart?

In March, there were some sad things, some exciting times, and some emotions that didn't want to resort to words. I don't think a person's life can be written completely, but if you can draw a rough line outline like a small painting, it will be very representative.

I dreamed two nights ago and saw my grandfather for the first time. Grandpa died in the spring of 1994. For more than 20 years, there were only a few dreams related to him, but he never saw his voice again.

Near Qingming, such a dream makes people wonder. I don't know what grandpa entrusted, but what can I do for him?

Get up early to tidy up the room, think of Yi Kai, and miss some.

March, how to say goodbye?