What will spring remind you of?

Although I am on the other side of the earth, I said that I temporarily live in North America and my home is in the northeast. Not on the Songhua River in the northeast, it seems that people associate it with the Songhua River when they mention the northeast. My home is at the southernmost tip of the northeast, about 200 kilometers from Dalian and about 100 kilometers from Shenyang. It is far from Songhua River, but there is a river around it, called Liaohe River. In the northeast, it is the warmest zone, but compared with Beijing, the temperature changes by five to ten degrees every spring. So when I go to Beijing every spring, I will see bare trunks when I leave home, but when I arrive in Beijing a few hours later, I can see that those branches have sprouted. Of course, I don't mean the same tree.

Back to the original topic: although I am on the other side of the earth, the temperature difference here should be similar to that in the northeast, even colder than that in the northeast, but the climate here is abnormal this year. I wonder if it has anything to do with the horror legend about 20 12. Anyway, almost every day in late March, the temperature exceeded the highest meteorological record in history-all of them exceeded 20 degrees above zero. It is said that there is no spring in Toronto, and it can go directly from winter to summer. Spring seems to be just a temporary bridge. This time, I really learned it for myself. Walking in the street in the morning wearing the rain-proof silk cotton-padded jacket brought from home, the turn rate suddenly increased by a few percentage points, which made me feel flattered and shy. Look carefully before I wake up. It turns out that young people are wearing vests and pants.

This sentence always seems unavoidable: although I am on the other side of the earth, when I mention spring, my thoughts will immediately cross to the northeast of my hometown.

Northeast China is the envy of many people. Let's just say the climate here-because the biggest feature here is the distinct four seasons.

There may be many experiences in a person's life, but I think the biggest experience should be to fully appreciate the infinite scenery of the four seasons. If a person always lives in a cold zone or a hot zone, it must be quite boring. Of the four seasons, spring is undoubtedly the most pleasing.

Spring in the northeast is gradual. There is a long transition period from extreme cold to mild, during which the temperature will rise a little, which is very considerate and people will adapt slowly. Then the land became wet, and the wet land smelled of fish. Then, the spring breeze came, like the passionate dance of gypsy women, the grass arched out of the soil to watch, and the buds on the trees poked their heads curiously. At this time, the fishy smell of the land is a little more sweet for newborns. This mixed smell is very pungent. Once it enters people's breath, it is like an alcoholic smelling Erguotou.

When I was a child, my nose was very sensitive. At this time, I will be as excited as drunk and send some friends to the suburbs for an outing. At this time, because I took off my thick winter clothes, just like a martial arts practitioner took off his sandbag, his whole body relaxed and he felt like he was about to fly into the sky with a jump. We will fly all the way like birds, choose a green hillside, put our bodies in a big character, lie on the grass as comfortably as possible, watch the white clouds fluttering lazily in the wind and imagine what kind of animals we will become. We will feel the warm breath slowly seeping into our backs, gently soothing our tender bodies, and even appreciating the stubbornness of the grass trying to grow under us. Around us, there will be several old cows grazing silently. Occasionally, a cow looks up and growls at Cleisthenes, feeling as lyrical as human chanting Tang poems.

On those spring nights, we would gather in the alley near our home and have sex like chicken blood and wild donkeys. Hide-and-seek, chase, scream, in short, they will continue to be crazy, and spring will make them extremely energetic, so they can enjoy their consumption. In our rush days, the poplar trees in the alley will be fuller every day, until one day we suddenly find that it has become extremely tall and beautiful, and its leaves rustle like jade. And the girl next door is graceful in this poplar-like spring.

One spring a few years later, we became a lost generation. When I was in the fifth grade of primary school, I met the rarest scene in the history of China: the "Cultural Revolution". Schools are closed and students are on holiday. That spring, we could no longer smell the breath of spring, because the city and the city were full of fiery gunpowder, and the originally gentle and supple spring turned into a violent summer in advance. We are like a group of street vagrants, wandering around the city and outside all day, watching adults give speeches, distribute leaflets, burn historical sites and books, and lead the "capitalist roaders" to the streets, fighting in an almost crazy state like being possessed. Infected by adults, we also learn from them, wear red armbands, and then hand out leaflets, put up posters and learn to draw cartoons. Later, it was proved that this political movement, which lasted for ten years, turned out to be a farce that ruined the country and the people. How many spring days and nights have we failed in this decade? And this decade, it is our youth, is the most precious decade in our lives.

When we finally have a chance to enjoy the spring, it is a pity that we have entered middle age or even old age, family, career, society and human feelings. Many times, because we are deeply immersed in it, we lose our sense of smell and perception, and our childhood feelings and expectations for spring have long since fled without a trace. Spring has been disappointed by me again and again, and the beautiful spring has left me painfully under our neglect.

Where is spring? In fact, it is in our hearts. As long as we can keep a childlike innocence forever, we will rekindle the passion of youth, spring will never leave us, and even the lost spring will quietly return to our lives and memories.