你踏过的路，便成了春天的轮廓。
初绽的花蕊，树梢的新绿——
一切都美得刚刚好，
叫人想把这样的瞬间，悄悄藏进心里。
Secrets with Spring
It was a few days later before I found my way back to the old path behind the hill — a path I hadn't walked for a long time. The apricot blossoms were already gone, and the peach flowers were fading. The air smelled of sun-warmed grass.
Rainwater from earlier days still ran in the roadside ditch — shallow and clear, with slippery moss at the bottom. I sat down on a stone warmed by the sun, thinking of nothing, just watching.
A bee had settled on a wild vetch flower and stayed there for a long time. A breeze came and the flower swayed, but the bee did not leave.
In the distance, someone was flying a kite. The string broke, and the kite fell, wavering, down into a hazy green wheat field — and was gone.
又过了几天，我才想起去后山那条许久未走的小路。杏花已经落尽了，桃花也正在凋谢。空气里弥漫着被太阳晒暖的青草气息。
前几日的雨水还在路边的水沟里流淌着——浅浅的，清清的，水底是滑溜溜的青苔。我在一块被阳光晒暖的石头上坐下来，什么也不想，就那么看着。
一只蜜蜂落在一株野豌豆花上，停了很久。风吹过来，花摇了摇，蜜蜂却没有离开。
远处有人放风筝。线断了，那只风筝摇摇晃晃地落下去，落进一片绿蒙蒙的麦田里——不见了。
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春天是一封写满花语的信笺，愿你在这场春日盛宴里收获浪漫。
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