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end When I came back from the spring break, my mother still pretended to me and said, "If Aunt Cui definitely doesn't want to get married, that's okay, if they take it for me." ………… The grass seeds on Aunt Cui’s grave had already germinated, sticking to the soil one after another. The grave was light blue, and white goats would often run past it. At this time, the streets and alleys in the city are full of spring again. The warm sun has turned back again. There are dandelion sellers with baskets on the street, and there are also small garlic sellers.There are even some children who break the newly sprouted wicker according to the season, which can just be twisted into a whistle, and they hold it in their mouths and blow it all over the street.The sound is high and low, because the whistle is thick and thin.

In the streets and alleys, there is woo woo woo, woo woo woo everywhere.It seems that spring is entertaining back from their hands. But this period was very short, and in a blink of an eye, the whistler disappeared. Then Yanghua flew up, and the elm money floated all over the ground. In my hometown, spring is fast. If you don’t leave the house for five days, the tree will sprout. If you don’t look at the tree for another five days, the tree will grow leaves. After five days, the tree will be so green that people don’t recognize it. up.It makes people think, is this tree the same tree as the day before yesterday?

Answer yourself, of course yes.Spring is like running so fast.As if people could see it, spring came from far away. When it came to this place, it only blew a small voice in people's ears: "I'm here", and then ran over quickly. Spring, it seems that it does not know how busy it is, it seems that no matter where it is, it seems that no matter where it is, if it is a moment late, the sun will change its color, the earth will dry into stone, especially the trees, it really seems that no more time can be tolerated, If spring lingers a little bit somewhere, it will miss a lot of lives.

Why doesn't spring come earlier, come to our city to stay for a few more days, and then slowly go to another city, and stay in another city for a few more days. But that is impossible, the fate of spring is so short. The young girls, in twos and threes, sat in a carriage and went to choose clothes, because they were about to change into spring clothes. They enthusiastically fiddled with the scissors and patterned the clothes, trying to pretend to be as good as they could imagine. They were busy day and night, and soon changed into spring clothes, but the carriage carrying Aunt Cui did not come.

Reprinted in 1941, reprinted. (Originally published on July 1, 1941, Volume 1, Issue 2 of Times Literature, selected from the first edition of Ocean Book House in January 1948)