Living in nature

     Long confined in a cage, I struggled to break free, flapping my wings with all my might, returning to Jiangnan. — Prologue

    At this moment, Jiangnan is bursting with spring.

    Beneath my feet lies tender green grass, glistening with last night's dewdrops; on the riverbank not far away, butterflies flutter, frolicking among the green leaves in the gentle spring breeze. That shimmering patch is a cluster of pale purple flowers, swaying gently, adorning the verdant landscape with the fragrance of spring. Listen to the sudden, urgent thumping from the trees—the lingering of woodpeckers; those ethereal calls of cuckoos—the call of spring. Orioles sing melodious tunes, swallows call to their friends, lightly skimming the water's surface, sparrows chirping and chattering, celebrating spring. Warm sunlight scatters across the emerald water, the spring breeze caresses the face, rippling the distant mountains, and occasionally a bamboo raft glides by, disrupting the layers of spring's beauty.

    Living in nature, amidst the beautiful landscapes of Jiangnan, I want to be intoxicated by the wind and immersed in the water, letting every inch of my body be bathed in the breath of spring, feeling the most beautiful season of the year,

    and experiencing the blessings of the goddess of nature. Behind me, the peach blossom grove resembles a brilliant, pink ocean. Approaching step by step, the intoxicating fragrance intoxicates the heart and dazzles the eyes. Each blooming peach blossom is like a graceful young woman, dancing lightly, sometimes winking at you, their soft, sweet Wu dialect echoing in your ears. At the other end of the peach grove lies an even wider field of rapeseed. That boundless golden ocean, reflected in the spring light, shines even brighter. Golden buds stand tall, blooming in clusters. Bees and butterflies linger, entwined with the pink and golden "girls," dancing and expressing their admiration, tirelessly pursuing the "girls" of their hearts.

    Living in nature, living amidst the blooming spring of Jiangnan. I want to transform into a spring breeze, intoxicated by peach blossoms and rapeseed fields, to swim in a sea of ​​pink and gold, enveloped by the surging spring. Or perhaps I'd grow into a blooming peach tree, adorning the myriad spring scenes; or perhaps I'd become a patch of spring mud, listening to the sighs of falling petals.

    On the other side of the river, an old ox pulls a heavy plow, turning over the fragrant fresh mud; behind it, farmers are busy, planting rows of green seedlings with each rise and fall. Springtime is tranquil and long; children play and chase each other in the fields, while an old yellow dog droops nearby, squinting as it watches the children run. The elderly stand to one side, the warm spring sunlight dispelling the frost on their faces, smoking and gazing deeply at the hopeful horizon. Further up the mountains, clusters of azaleas dot the landscape, old cypress trees sprout new green leaves, and a light mist lingers on the mountaintops, carrying the rich fragrance of Jiangnan.

    Living in nature, living amidst the tranquil water towns and fields. I want to compose a poem of worldly peace, a melody of enduring years, lingering in the dreamlike landscape of this water town, letting time turn and the world cycle, never letting go of the fleeting beauty of Jiangnan.

    A thousand-year dream, I only wish to become a piece of my homeland, immersed in its nature, in the Jiangnan of my dreams.