Chapter 727: Human Face Peach Blossom

Human Face Peach Blossom

March 5: Human Face Peach Blossom

March, the sky was dim and overcast. om flower, under the dim and overcast sky, blossoms opened one after another; even those perennial small plants often overlooked by people by the river had prepared many flower buds for spring, not to mention the sunny flowers and grasses.

Yes, perhaps those small plants are not important to the world; yet these small plants never lose heart because the world overlooks them for being unimportant, they strive in hope, accumulating; they strive for their hopes and dreams, accumulating their beauty and fragrance; they also strive silently in dark, damp places, waiting, seeking opportunities in their striving and waiting to release their beauty and fragrance, especially in this spring of the 'willow wind that does not chill the face'.

Those perennial small and lowly plants by the river actually never want to lose to life, to the world; they continually empty out their old selves and continually fill and replenish themselves with new life.

Spring, as fresh flowers and green leaves increase, everything unrelated to spring, the departure of beautiful things, also becomes ever more beautiful and noble. The poet says: 'I wish I were a tree that neither blooms nor bears fruit! For the anguish of abundance is greater than that of barrenness; just as the anguish and disappointment of a wealthy person whom no one seeks is greater than the disappointment and anguish of a poor person whom no one gives alms to!'

Spring, although I am familiar with your beauty, your fragrance, I still await your arrival, although you are not absolutely good. Perhaps the cause of all this is to see those peach blossoms reopening; although the human face beneath those peach blossoms has gone somewhere unknown. But those peach blossoms will still smile at the spring wind.........