I have been looking forward to the whole winter, and finally, you are here.

As soon as I opened my eyes, your glittering figure was shaking in front of my window, and your crisp guttural voice was knocking on my window paper. How to put on your coat and push the door open urgently! I greet you.

I can't take my eyes off you for a moment; Listen to you, my eardrum never misses a syllable. From the distant horizon to the desolate plain, you are struggling with birth and death every minute. Joy of life, fear of death, singing and shouting: Ding Ding Dong Dong. I am really greedy, greedy to hold you and have you. So, I will smell you, smell you, and comfort you with my chapped lips. The anxiety of waiting for many days, when kissing you, is flat and moist.

come on, dear. Look through time with me and have a look at the young people who listened to the rain ten years ago. In the West Lake in April, the yellow eyebrows fell, and it was colorful in the light blue sky and lake light. On that day, on the Swallow Rock, I leaned against the "Red Chamber" and dreamed that the old capital of the Six Dynasties was rich in fat, fragrance and powder. You flatter me with the coolness of my cheeks. Do you really want to say goodbye? There is a basket full of light worries in the north carriage, which is from you. From Suzhou to Pennsylvania, only the radio said "Jianghuai" and "Huang Meiyu".

it's been ten years, and I've seen the scenery beyond the Great Wall for ten years. The taste of the northland is only when the snow is overwhelming. White branches, white rocks, white glaciers, and the arrogance and strength of Huguanshan are all among them. Northeast China likes to build houses with red bricks, and there is a kind of flashiness that is arrogant and not vulture in its bright colors. After living for ten years, I have never been used to it, so I have to hang a wind chime outside the window, visit Hanshan Temple in the soft Kunqu Opera at night, and think about the green mountains and green waters in my memory. Jiangnan likes blue bricks, always standing in the fields lightly, and occasionally there is a rain ticking on the tiles, which makes a gray tenderness.

Can wind chimes be used as rain sounds in my hometown? Can the dream tonight be the same as that of a teenager listening to the rain? The warm current is coming from there ...

Come on, dear! Give me the slightest breath of the south. I can't jump into her arms. It's a comfort to be swept away by her eyes.

I have been looking forward to more than 3,6 days, but I still can't set a return date.

I have been looking forward to the whole winter, and the crystal-clear you have fallen from the clouds in my hometown, and landed on my hair tips, lips and heart ...

A famous essay on spring 2: The Return of Spring Swallows by Li Yanlin

Spring has come with deft and staggered steps, and the swallows in tuxedos have also returned home from the south smartly.

Swallow is really a vivid spring spirit.

In the early morning, the mountain countryside is elegant, quiet and warm. The wheat seedlings have just sprouted, the trees are sprouting, the farmyard is simple and simple, and the smoke from the kitchen is curling up ... as if it were a hazy dream covered with a thin veil. The awakened swallows spread their wings and flew out of the nest lightly. One, another ... The chirping broke the silence of Shan Ye. In a short time, swallows were flying everywhere among the green trees and on the roof of the farmhouse. Sometimes the arrow flies up and down in the blue sky, scattering pieces of white clouds and plumes of kitchen smoke; Sometimes I perched on the roof and in front of the door and looked around leisurely with measured steps. The long wires in the distance are often covered with dense dots, like a string of staff singing the scenery of the mountains and countryside, and like a row of children who just went to school listening to the password to do morning exercises, which has a unique charm.

Swallow lovers are homesick. No matter the rich or the poor, no matter the height of the house, as long as you choose someone and build a nest in them, you will surely travel thousands of miles to Wan Li next spring, and continue to return to your old house owner despite the ups and downs. When you enter the door, the swallow nest on the roof beam must be intact. Although new swallows come to Shanxiang every year, the owner and the parents of the new swallows are old acquaintances and neighbors. Swallows and farmers respect each other as guests, live in harmony, and spend this wonderful time together.

Spring is the busiest season for farmers. Cultivators go to the fields before dawn, plow fields, sow seeds and weed. If they encounter dry weather, they are even more tired and work hard all day. At this time, when you visit the mountain village, you will find a strange phenomenon: the doors of many farmers' houses are locked, but the doors of the halls are wide open. It turned out that the owner was worried about preventing the swallows from coming in and out, so he simply left the door of the hall open when he was working in the fields. Whoever lives with swallows, who can leave the door of the hall open, lives with good fortune and good luck, waiting for the news of harvest and celebration.

it was a very quiet morning, and the spring breeze was gentle and warm. I sat quietly reading under the big locust tree in the yard. Suddenly a burst of Yan language fell from the sky. The nest of lively and clever swallows living in my house came back from foraging and settled on my buttonwood tree before entering the house, discussing something excitedly. That sentence after sentence, eager and cheerful, like a group of primary school students returning from a spring outing, endlessly vying for what they saw and heard. The old swallow watched the little swallow become more sophisticated and excited, flying up and down, dancing. I don't understand their words, but I clearly feel their happiness. I stared at it, and suddenly the little swallow landed quietly on the dining table where I was studying. I held my breath and studied it carefully. I couldn't help laughing softly and slightly. Being in such close contact with this elf made me very excited, and the tension and joy quickly spread to every nerve of mine. I can see every feather of it clearly, and the newly grown milk capillary is dense and black and white. The swallow's eyes are dark and bright, his lips are yellow and yellow, his little head is swaying, and he pecks my book a few times with his small yellow mouth, revealing a bit of innocence and naughty. We can't communicate in words, but I can read its simple and friendly eyes. I puffed my mouth and whistled softly, and it nodded happily. We are like a pair of good friends, waiting for this short and wonderful time with mutual sincerity and goodwill. In the eyes full of happiness and gratitude, I was extremely relaxed, and the fatigue and depression accumulated in my heart for several days drifted away with the figure of the swallow.

In spring, swallows compete to show their graceful dancing and feel the caress of spring and the joy of life. They live in harmony with people, prey on insects, protect crops and wait for farmers' harvest. When autumn comes, we have to lead our children to travel across mountains and rivers and travel long distances to resist the fury of storms and the exposure of the hot sun, and even run out of life. Therefore, I know how to cherish life better. Once I settle down, I always love and live in harmony. The swallow enjoys the infinite love of her elders. Soon after the swallow came back from the south, the little swallow was born. At this time, the old swallow was very diligent and busy catching all kinds of lively bugs. As soon as the old swallow flew into the room, the little swallow opened his yellow mouth and chirped for it. When the little swallow is full, she begins to coquetry, arching her head on the old swallow, and then goes to sleep quietly. The swallow is growing up and should learn to fly. I remember a little swallow was so timid that other brothers and sisters would go out for food, but it still cried timidly, flapping its wings but afraid to fly out of its nest. Mother Swallow was in a hurry and knocked it out of the nest with one wing. Unexpectedly, this little swallow flew a few times and fell on the ground of my room. At this time, the swallow was in a hurry, grinning and screaming loudly, pleading with her mother to save her. Worried that the child was injured by accident, the old swallow was terrified, and the cry was almost sad and desperate. While roaring and demonstrating in the room, she eagerly urged and encouraged him, and tried to pick up the little swallow several times. The swallow used his quick wits, flapping his wings a few times, flying to the yard and falling into the tree. The swallow did not blame her mother, but sang and danced happily, which clearly said: Thanks to her mother's wings, she grew up and learned to fly. When the old swallow saw that the little swallow was in danger, he was relieved that it was difficult to cut it. The flying and independence of the little swallow is the earnest expectation of the old swallow, and it is also the beginning of leaving the family and moving towards independence. In this way, swallows inherit and multiply from generation to generation between love and hate, gathering and parting, life and death.

Swallows are the most considerate and caring people. They never give trouble to farmers, and even the garbage in their nests is carried out into the wild bit by bit. When the host is at home, he hides in the bird's nest and whispers, gentle and gentle. It's going to rain, and the swallows are always chirping and flying low in front of you to forecast the weather for you. Even if the feathers get wet on rainy days, always shake your wings before entering the house. An autumn rain and a cold, the swallows have to fly to the south reluctantly in front of first frost. They don't want to disturb their neighbors, and they don't want their neighbors to be sad because of their departure. They always migrate in the dead of night and the bright moon is in the sky, leaving no sound or words, not even a gentle feather ... Only an expectation is left, and a beautiful memory is left.

"There's nothing I can do. It's like I've met Yan before." People of a few years old always look forward to their children flying into the blue sky as early as a swallow with hard wings, and then look forward to their children returning to their mother's nest as flying birds. You tell me a word about bitterness and happiness. People who have been away from home for a long time, when they see the returning swallows, they naturally feel homesick, eager to fly away and come back year after year like swallows. When leaves fall to their roots, they have to go back to their old nests in the south or the north. Winter has passed and spring is blooming. We should fly back to our hometown like the beautiful, brave and grateful swallow ...