Chapter 110 Spring - 6

At dawn, I watched the flying geese in the mist and swam in the center of the lake fifty rods away. There were so many of them and such chaos that Walden seemed to be an artificial pool for them to play.However, when I stood on the lake shore, their leader gave a signal, and all of them flapped their wings, and they took off immediately. They formed a formation and circled over my head. There were twenty-nine of them, and they flew straight to Canada. Every now and then, their leader utters a cry at regular intervals, as if telling them to go to some muddy lakes for breakfast.At the same time, a large group of wild ducks flew up, and flew north with the noisy flying geese.

One week I heard the stray goose circling in the foggy dawn, groping, chirping, looking for its mate, giving the forest more sound than it could afford.Doves were seen in mid-April, flying by in small flocks: and when the time came I heard little swallows chirping in my glade, though I knew there were not so many swallows in the country for me to be in. There may be one or two here, but I think these little swallows may be the seedlings of ancient times, and they lived in tree holes before the white men came.In almost any region, tortoises and frogs are often the heralds and messengers of the season, while birds sing and fly and flash their plumage, plants spring up, flowers bloom, and the wind blows to align the poles The vibration of the pendulum maintains the balance of nature.

Each season, it seems to me, is unique to us; so the coming of Spring is like the beginning of chaos, the beginning of the universe, and the reappearance of the golden age. —— "Eurus ad Auroram Nabathaeaque regna recessit, Persldaque, et radiis juga subdita matutinis. " "The east wind retreats to dawn and the kingdom of Nabasha, Persia, and the hills in the light of dawn. Man is born.the Creator of all things, In order to create a better world, create man with the seed of God; Or for the earth, only recently from high space fell, and kept some of its heavenly kindred race. "

A soft rain makes the grass greener.The same is true of our outlook, which is brightened when better thoughts are injected into it.Blessed are we, if we live often in the "now," and make good use of whatever happens, as the grass acknowledges the influence of the least drop of dew; let us not spend our time complaining of lost opportunities , but consider it to be our duty.Spring has come and we are still stuck in winter.On a pleasant spring morning, all human sins were forgiven.Such a day is the day when sin dissolves.The sun is so warm, the bad guys will turn around too.As our own purity is restored, we also discover the purity of our neighbor.Perhaps, yesterday, you regarded a certain neighbor as a thief, a drunkard, or a womanizer, and either pitied him or despised him, and you were very pessimistic about the world; but the sun shone brightly and gently, and on this first spring day One dawn, when the world is recreated, you meet him at a cleaning job, and see in his decadent and lustful veins a quiet joy overflowing, in blessing this new day, pure as a baby Feeling the influence of spring, you will forget all his mistakes at once.Not only was he full of good intentions, but there was even an air of holiness about him, perhaps blindly and fruitlessly seeking expression, as if with a new instinct, for a moment, there was no vulgarity on the sunny south slope. The laughter echoed.You see some pure buds on his twisted bark waiting to spring up, to try this year's new life, so soft and fresh as a sapling.He has even entered into the midst of God's favor.Why did not the jailer open the prison doors,—why did not the judge dismiss his case,—why the preacher did not send his congregation away; They will not accept the pardon which God freely grants to all.