Very appreciated!!! Mr. Candlefish. I had a little writing piece which I don't know what kind of writing type it should belong to. If you can help me on editing or revising, Please take my sincerest thanks. Hope I didn't bother you too much.
PS: thanks for the word--- "Platonic". I will discuss more about Platonic with you when I have time.
It is a good topic to discuss about.
Walking into spring color
"Approaching spring color" or "walking into spring color”? I was wondering for quite a while to decide the title just for this one word difference.
Spring had been coming to us for a long time. She walked gently and softly into the dark night, breaking the morning mist, chasing the rosy dawn, trailing the sunset, traveling through the mountains and rivers, drifting across the cities, towns and villages, pressing close to our vision and approaching into our life. . .
Our life is much busier today than the in the past. My bustling life gradually numbs my feelings. My heart eventually becomes numb. I look without seeing the approaching of spring and don't have time to pay attention on feeling her fascination. . . Until one day a riot of colors impacted my eyes so that my vision couldn't evade her bright floweriness, I suddenly realized that I have been wrapped by spring for a long time. . .
In the morning of May 03, 2013, I was driving on the road to work as usual while listening to the familiar music channels. The Red light appeared at the intersection of Steeles Ave. and Markham Road. While I was waiting for the red light to change, I accidentally turned my head. I was shocked by a sheet of purplish scarlet color. How come?? When and who planted so many tulips which I had never noticed before?? When did the tulips open?? I asked myself. Every day I passed through the intersection and I stopped at the red lights. How could I miss it? Did the Flower Fairy come last night to bloom the flowers at once? I could not believe my eyes. Also, I could not believe my own imagination. . .
In retrospect, I have been brushing past spring. Driving to work every day, the colors on both sides of the road open in front of me like an impressionist painting; only the color bands were seen. There were no clear lines in the picture. The color bands were merged in different colors as a large rainbow filling the sky. Interpretations of the details of these colors were not revealed. I could not tell when maple buds were formed, and when leaves emerged. Now the verdant green suddenly covered the branches as a large green ribbon. I couldn't help letting my imagination wander. If I carefully observe the color band with enough time, I might be able to see the leaves stretching and the flower blooming with my naked eyes. Looking at the roadside, beautiful color everywhere: here is a whole tree of purple; there is a big sheet of snow-white; this corner has a few branches of yellow, and in that front there is large several pink spots.
Rather abruptly, I saw quite a few winter jasmines jut their heads out from a fence, could not help but secretly sighed out of a Chinese poem:"Man Yuan Chun Se Guan Bu Zhu, Yi Zhi Xing Huang (original sentence is Hong Xing) Chu Qiang Lai”. Remembering the poem, I had an impression that the willow trees, which I loved to observe growing, had been transformed several times as different masks of colors. From the beginning, light green setting off from the original light yellow--Liu Huang, to pale yellow covered light green , then emerald-green dotted the pale yellow , later on it outflanked the yellow. It showed how much passion and efforts spring put on her painting brush and how much delicacy she spent on the preliminary sketch of her painting.
When I drove back home after work, I turned my eyes on the patch of the purplish scarlet again. I could not wait to jump out from the running car and fly to the streams of color.
After all, it was too late to stop there, but my heart could not stop thinking about it. Every day, regardless of morning or night, as long as I drove through the intersection, I must have been on their radar, and vowed to find some time to feel them. Finally, my little wish become a reality today.
I parked my car and rushed into the gallery of spring. Steady stream of vehicles at the two main roads is just one step away from the park. Pedestrians walked crossing the sidewalks hurriedly. There also were people casually waiting at the bus stop. But no one seemed to pay attention to the tapestry of spring with its many colors.
Spring rested in a small and an elegant park, which open to the main crossroads of vehicular and pedestrian traffic. There is a small fountain next to the crossroads. Behind the fountain, there is a classical Chinese style pavilion. From near and far, the pavilion is followed by two rows of six white flowering cherry trees. The trees were embellished with white petals. On both sides of the park along the roads, the bewitching purplish scarlet were spread as a red carpet and became the flanking wings of the pavilion. The area between the two red carpets was filled with golden and green color in a fan-shaped tail spread. The beauty was incredible.
Overlooking the park from above, the tapestry looks like an elegant peacock. The fountain is her chest and abdomen; the pavilion is her neck; the Sakura is the crown on her head; both sides of the tulips are her wings; the fan-shaped golden and green is her colorful tail. It is vivid, life-like and lovely... I had to highly praise the talent of the garden designers, and even further, I sincerely marvel at the nature of the colorful masterpiece.
Walking into the lawn of the park, I placed myself into the magical palette: Scarlet, white and golden were sprinkled over the green lawn. Without feeling them, only imagination could excite people with burst of joy. I strongly felt the breath of spring. Surrounded by spring color,
I could not tell if I was hugging the spring color or the spring was overwhelming and flooding me with its beauty. Walking into the patch of scarlet, I found out that the tulips turned out to be directly rooted in the green lawn. The tulips were also surrounded by the sea of dandelion flowers. Yellow and green contrasted the scarlet exceptionally by its tenderness and beauty.
Gently, I squatted close to her, touching her skin and feeling her breathing and pulse. A fluorescent luster appeared on the top layer of the petals. It made the petals looked gorgeous as it contained pearl powder or water drops. It felt creamy but there was no sense of moisture. While they were exposed to the side of the busy hubbub of vehicle traffic, their heart is so quiet and relaxed. Quietly standing on both sides of the traffic, some are budding with bashfulness and demure; some are grinning with fascinating and charming; some are shining with dignity and graceful; and some are tamely nodding with enchantment. Every flower is blossoming bright and each of them is unbelievably beautiful. It made me hardly shifted my eyes. . .
Strolling in the palette of gorgeous flowers with no one else but me in this gignatic park of beauty, I could not help to give the flowers a trace of pity: "You Hua Kan Zhai Zhi Xu Zhai, Mo Dai Wu Hua Kong Zhai Zhi”. I murmured the poem to myself. (“ If there is a flower worthy to pick, Please take her straightly. Do not wait until no flower can be picked.” It encourages people to take opportunities as they present themselves. Do not wait until the opportunity is lost. ) I sighed: "if only myself admired them, would they feel wronged? Would they feel lonely? I asked gently. . . But in an other hand, I was thankful for their being alone. If those people who do not know how to cherish their beauty come here, it is tantamount to trample and destroy the beauty of the flowers. It is better to leave the flowers alone and for the flowers to keep their purity of beauty. “ Zhi Ben Jie Lai Huan Jie Que, Bu Jiao Wu Nao xian Qu Gou” I murmured again.
Because of the understanding of her pure character and the cherish of her beauty, I wanted to stay there longer and accompany them for a while. I talked with them slowly and softly, accompanied them to break up the loneliness... until I have to leave them by stepping out in backwards. . .
Walking toward the parking lot, I thought naively that there are many many people in the steady stream of traffic admiring the beauty of spring and pity their fragrance as me these days. But they did not have the time to enjoy them. Hopefully, everyone does not live up to the spring rewards and gifts, cherish the presence of every spring color and each second of spring time. . .