Morning miscellanies

At six o’clock in the morning, the birds on the branches outside the window had already started to scream. The joy was like the notes jumping on the Seine River. I know, spring is coming, they are celebrating spring! I can’t remember which fresh morning it was. I can only remember clearly that I woke up from my sleep with such crisp ears that day. I am sleepy, with my back neck stuck on the pillow, and my body is moving but my heart is weak. In this way, I can find a reason for myself to miss you, the appearance when you smile, I miss you the sigh when you frown, the voice when you are happy, and the silence when you are uneasy. You are my boldest brother and my closest sister. You are sometimes quiet, sometimes sunny, sometimes shy and sometimes unrestrained. You are the bright moonlight and the burning sun! Four Seasons change, day and night change, you don’t sleep, your soul is the smart stream on my fingertips, and the flower on my heart. You are so magical. There seems to be a spring coming out of your lips. Under the transparent gauze of spring, the endless soft grassland is faintly revealed. I hear you calling me, I want to stay here and enjoy myself. Look, my steps are so slow that I am afraid of stepping on the green shawl you just changed. Look, my hands are so clumsy that I can’t trace your sharp facial features. Some people say that love is afraid of the long journey. No, you are not afraid. Although I am not you and you are not me, I know that you are not afraid of the distance between us. You have a straight back, a sea-like mind and a steady and powerful pace. I believe that one day, my trickle can flow into your broad chest and blend with you day and day. Winter has gone, and spring is coming again. Flowers are like flowers, competing for beauty. I think of Li Qingzhao’s song “Partridge Sky”, which is dim and light, and the yellow body is soft, and the love is far away from the fragrance. Why should it be light blue and dark red? It is the first class among flowers. What kind of flower are you? Is it the unwithered plum in the cold winter lunar December, or the delicate daffodils in the rugged? No, these don’t deserve to be compared with you, because you are the sunlight in my heart, spreading my long courtyard and warming my restless soul in sleepless night. In this way, I was completely relaxed lying in bed thinking of you, and suddenly I thought of Zhang Xiaoxian’s self-question and self-answer. The day when everything was used up, the sun would run out, the air would run out, and the fuel would run out, energy will run out. Patience will run out, fighting will run out, and why love will not run out? I will love you longer than your life, but I cannot love you longer than my own life. My dear paper elf, don’t ask how long I will love you. I can only tell you that this love will last as long as my life! ——Wrote text 2012.04.06

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