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    210. The grass grows and the orioles fly

    People nowadays are becoming more and more particular about their lives. They have to celebrate all kinds of Chinese and Western festivals, including the solar and lunar festivals.  (¡¶¡·Íø.com) This is called "combination of Chinese and Western", "combination of Chinese and Western".

    We eat what we eat on any given day. We eat spring pancakes during the Spring Festival, eat Lantern Festival during the Lantern Festival, celebrate Christmas and Spring Festival, and celebrate Chinese Valentine¡¯s Day after the Western Valentine¡¯s Day.  The standard of living has really improved now.

    Away from the noisy gongs and drums of the first month, the villages and alleys become much deserted in February.  Only some dull old scalpers were left, chewing over and over again the past of old millet and rotten sesame seeds.

    ?????????????????????????????????????????????????: The young people in the village cling to the tail of the New Year in the first month, carrying the entrustments of their wives and the expectations of their children, embark on the train going south or north.

    "What the old people at home are eagerly waiting for, what the ignorant children are looking forward to, and what the simple mother-in-law is eagerly looking for, how can they do without money?"

    Therefore, they have no choice but to seek refuge in cities that make them suffer and burden them, but at the same time seduce their souls.

    Therefore, young men do not belong to February in the countryside.

    In February, those who stayed at home began to use their hard work to write their expectations for the new year.

    In the wheat field, the uncles are topdressing the "awakened" wheat seedlings and spreading fertilizers freely, which has become the most beautiful scenery in the countryside in February.  (¡¶¡·Íø.com)

    Originally a girl in her mid-20s, she realized prematurely what fatigue and overwork are, and realized the connotation of food, which is not only the hard work and sweat, but also the investment regardless of the season, the dedication regardless of the season, and the connotation of food.  Loneliness in different places.

    Of course, there are also people who are immersed in comfort in the countryside in early spring in February. These are the various trees in front of and behind the village who are competing to dress up the spring with their own hands.

    The locust trees in the village may be the first to feel the hidden arrival of spring.  The buds peeking out from the night dew have actually begun to sprout uneasily before the last yellow leaf on the branch has completely fallen off.

    Under the caress of the spring breeze, the small grains attached to the branches of the willows become more swollen and greener day by day, and the willows dance delicately and throb with warmth day by day.

    Occasionally, a group of chatty sparrows fly over and sit on the branches, chirping, making the pleasant noise uneasy.

    Spring comes early in February in the countryside.  Spring is becoming more abundant day by day in the busy work of villagers, and spring is becoming more beautiful day by day in the urging of the gentle east wind.

    In the countryside in early spring, new greenery gradually colors the earth, and vitality is blooming.

    "The grass is growing, the orioles are flying in the February sky, and the willows are blowing in the dike and the smoke is intoxicating."  ¡¶¡·Íø.com

    ? Spring, nurtures the earth and life, and is the origin of all life.

    In early spring, it¡¯s warm and then cold.

    In the spring dawn of February, the birds got up early and chirped with louder and brighter voices. It seemed that the grass buds on the ground and the greenness of the trees were all plucked out by them.

    "Compared with the singing of birds, Sun Gang is more willing to listen to the sounds of birds combing and flapping their wings. It is so natural, so relaxing, and so beautiful that people can easily touch it.

    ?????????????? The sound of birds¡¯ wings and fluttering is the closest to spring and involves the entire four seasons.  Stepping on the sound of wings and fluttering, I seem to hear the growth of a big tree and the murmur of the seasons.

    Listen, the branches are creaking from the trunk, the leaves are popping out of the branches like cocoons, and the flowers are shyly hiding behind the leaves and giggling

    If you extend your listening for a while, you will also hear the fruits falling from the trees in autumn, and the gentle sigh of a tree turning from green to yellow

    Life is so powerful yet so fragile, which makes people cherish it.

    A seed is small, and the seed of a seed comes from an ancient plant in ancient times. Within its smooth seed shell, there are countless springs overlapped and wrapped in countless seasons. Staring at it, you can see the passage of time.  On the other side; listen to it and you will discover the secrets of the seasons.

    There is no doubt that Seed is an old man who knows spring and is well versed in the laws of nature.

    Put your ear close to it, and you will hear the cultivation of the earth, the dripping of farmers' sweat, and the opening of the soil like a young mother's feeding of her baby.

    At dusk in the Western Mountains, shepherds driving their cattle and sheep gradually disappear into villages filled with smoke. The wild geese form a human shape, fluttering their wings and hovering in the sky for several weeks before returning home

    And the seed is still left in the spring mud. The earth's atmosphere, weather, solar terms, and fertile soil have not yet hatched it into a plant with long leaves and flowers. It only waits for the call of spring to break out of its shell impatiently.

    When you get close to the grass, you can't help but bend down, just like looking up at a big tree.??Look up to it.

    Grass, in the cycle of seasons, dies repeatedly and comes back to life. Every life and death is like a purification process of life: carefully filtering the dust, and then returning to the beginning of life, and then living like a pure child.  The ground is arched out of the soil, and a humble life stands erect, looking at this diverse world with fearless eyes and the attitude of a big tree.

    A piece of grass has experienced the smelting of life and death. In the uninterrupted cycle of life and death, it has already seen through the seasons and through life.

    It lives both stubbornly and detachedly. It doesn¡¯t matter whether it¡¯s wildfire, trampled, or frozen. It¡¯s the most gratifying thing to embrace the entire spring with its thin body.

    Grass, not only because of its tenacity and awakening, but also because it does not despise the meaning of life because of death.

    A blade of grass walks silently through spring, summer, autumn and winter. However, every time it turns around, people hear an earth-shattering philosophical statement.

    In early spring, when you set foot on a piece of land, the mud is new, the air is sweet, and the grass buds emerging from the ground are bright. If you stand on tiptoe, you will hear the most cordial conversation between people and the soil.

    The land is stepped on by people, but it holds up people, a big tree, and a small grass; it carries mountains and rivers, the sun and the moon, wind, frost, rain and snow, seasons, and vitality.  Full of spring.  A piece of soil is silent, silently accepting all things, silently enduring external oppression, silently giving everything it has.

    In fact, the soil does not need you to praise too much. It needs you to listen with the ears of your heart, listen to the countless growth factors buried deep in the soil, listen to the infinite upward energy contained in the soil, and listen to the progress of the soil.  , the ups and downs of life.  Holding up a handful of soil devoutly, who dares to deny that there are no green leaves, no flowers blooming, and no tall trees in this handful of soil?

    Spring is here. If you still have any doubts, just listen to what spring says, listen to what the big trees in spring say, listen to what the seeds in spring say, listen to what the grass in spring says, listen to what spring means.  What do you say about soil
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