Chapter 103: 184 chapters, those village girls dreaming of spring

184 chapters, those village girls dreaming of spring

Beautiful village girls

--Liu Guozong Spring Diary Twenty-one

In the latter half of spring night, no bird songs could be heard. At this moment, the birds were in deep sleep, having beautiful dreams.

Those lovely little sprites, ah, in the warm night air, surely dreamed that winter had passed and the ice and snow had melted; dreamed that spring had arrived, and the happy poet would wipe joyful tears onto the first opened petals.

Then came the butterflies' wild dance; they and the bees began to sing spring verses together……

Also, the willow branches on both banks of the small river swayed like jade in the spring breeze, just like those rural girls who return home after working in the city; as they walk along the country lanes of their hometown, the whole hometown becomes beautiful.

The birds on the trees that have come from the cold, ah, surely saw in their dreams the things they longed for in the cold――

The lush new shoots on both banks of the small river, ah, the star‑like wildflowers, ah, the verdant thickets of mixed trees, ah, the mist drifting on the clear river water, ah, all give off fragrance in the warm spring breeze; in short, everything is beautiful.

Countless beautiful people, countless beautiful things――

"The One‑zhang red beneath the crooked willow by the river must have been planted by the village girls when they returned home last winter, right? In the birds' dreams, that One‑zhang red has already bloomed, and it blooms beautifully. The reflections of the deep red flowers and the spotted red flowers float in the clear river water, now breaking apart, now stretching out; threads of rouge water spread, diffusing a faint fragrance.

And at this moment, those diligent and beautiful village girls—are they in the sweet land of dreams, having spring dreams, or are they busy in the rumbling workshop?

In the latter half of spring night, only stars are in the sky, no moon. The dreams of the birds in the trees are beautiful; the dreams of those village girls far from their homeland must also be beautiful, right?

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