Is that you? Where do you come from, you light spirit. Through the mountains, across the sea, on my hair, shoulders, palm. Am I too eager? Can you accompany me through the colorful spring? Can you accompany me through the hot summer? Can you accompany me through the cool autumn? Can you accompany me through the cold winter?
All the way to stay, all the way to watch, to see you wave out a hundred flowers in full bloom, to see you wave off the lush forest, to see you wave changes, to see you wave dressed in red, snow capped world. With your company. I always sleep soundly.
Often in spring, beautiful and silent night, I look up at the distant night sky. A breeze blowing, a little cool, I pulled tight clothes. But after a while, you come, with spring greetings quietly. You come to comfort the new branches of the tree, you encourage the small flowers under the windowsill to grow up quickly, you dance happily on the leaves, blessing the new year. Listen to you from the leaves, eaves sliding to the ground in a small puddle, playing "Ding Dong Ding Dong" harmonious vocal music. You should be waking up the Sleeping land and busy farming, calling for the frozen streams to start flowing. This night, I think I will sleep very sweet!
Summer, you don't come often, but when you come, you must be mighty, like my heart, which can't be calm for a long time. Maybe it's because people or things in this season are too irritable, you come to quench my uneasiness. On a gloomy day or a gloomy night, the flowers outside the window are pushed sideways, while the trees in their sleep suddenly dance wildly in the wind like stimulants. After a while, you come, slapping my window, there is a desire to break into the momentum of the window. I put my hand on the glass window to feel your cold breath. I look up at you. Long time no see, my friend. Where have you been? Now I come to see you. I listen to your whispers and listen to you conducting a grand symphony outside the window. That night, I still had a good sleep.
Autumn stands on the tail of summer, when summer insects become silent, sunshine becomes gentle, green leaves are full of vicissitudes, dust is playing in the dry air, autumn comes briskly in golden clothes. I'm missing you. I wonder when you can come to see me again. Is the night, suddenly heard the rain bursts, you come, I can not help but get up and look out of the window. In the night rain, the dense rain forms a dark night ink painting like smoke and fog. You laugh, play and wink at me from time to time. I stretched out my hand to embrace you, you mischievously wet my hands, with a trace of coolness, I smile. This night, I sleep sweet.
Winter in the south is not cold. It's usually in the middle of November when people need to put on their cotton padded clothes and caps. You still don't come often, and you come with a different image. On a slightly cold day, before the first cock crow in the morning, you are scattered on the eaves and the dead trees on the roadside, forming a thin layer of frost. So far, I haven't seen you turn into snow, but I think it must be very beautiful. It's like when you appear in my dream, the world is pure and pure, you are pure and pure.
You are in the gentle Jiangnan, I am on the gentle bridge; You are in the bustling city, I am in the bustling streets of the city; You are in the quiet country, I am in the quiet country on the path; We accompanied each other, through the spring, summer, autumn and winter, through the scenery along the way.
It's you, isn't it? Next trip, and you accompany me!