When the flowers bloom in abundance, it is then that the leaves truly depart.

I haven't spent so much time at home in many years. I've eaten the peaches, plums, and apricots from my home. I've eaten vegetables brought back by my mother from friends: spring buds, fishy grass, and pea shoots…

But I've never seen the peach blossoms in full bloom; I've never seen rows of plum blossoms along the roadside; I haven't seen new shoots emerging on young trees; I haven't seen trees covered in lush green foliage; I haven't heard the cheerful chirping of birds… I've mostly seen the trees stripped bare in winter, and I've almost forgotten what they looked like originally.

City life has made me accept a life that only receives the fruits of labor, without caring how they came to be. As long as work provides them, they naturally appear. I've forgotten their origins.

The cold, sluggish, and unnecessary complex relationship was my long-held perception of my hometown mountain village.

It wasn't until today that I realized she was so lovely. Quiet and harmonious, with neighbors exchanging fresh vegetables from their homes.

The prejudice probably stemmed from this: I only experienced the winter months, without seeing the blossoming of spring; he gave me the desolate autumn, and I gave him my weariness.

I am the slow, cold person.

Fortunately, there was a chance to stay at home for a while.

I saw the scissors cutting the willows into a swaying shape in February's spring breeze. I smelled the unique fragrance of the cherry blossom maiden in spring. I heard the joyful singing and labor songs of the mountains filled with blossoms, and I heard the laughter of the peach blossoms in the spring breeze. I felt the intoxicating springness envelop me, so beautiful it left me speechless.

Cherry blossom maiden

I realized that leaves truly depart in spring when they sprout new leaves. People truly discard their past leaves, and the trees reserve a space for new leaves, letting them go with the wind. Fallen leaves have truly found their destination, returning the mountains' gifts to the mountains.

It was so beautiful, so beautiful that no one cared where the leaves went. They've left and returned to their origins. One is bursting with lush green life, the other is decaying into dark brown.

Next year at this time will be another cycle, and this year's leaves can reunite with next year's, but they have learned to be silent. Without a word.

I must be one of those fallen leaves, drifting away like distant leaves. There's some complaining, but it's time to leave. When I leave, there is no sound, only a desire to hold on until spring.

This must be the sorrow of spring and autumn, I've had this strange thought for many years, let it go! Let it go! I'm about to go back to work.

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