The gentleness of March reveals a different kind of kindness, gently brushes people's cheeks, a little shy, a little reserved, a little mysterious, loves the poetry of writing books, floats her soul, and leisurely her thoughts.

After buying vegetables, he sat on a bench on the river bank with Jiang Hao, chatting, and occasionally quieted down to enjoy this different scenery.

Suddenly, a butterfly flew around her, lingering, butterfly, is a lovely elf in people's hearts.

Butterfly, are you lingering on the fragrance in my hand, or are you waiting for the potted flower on the windowsill to bloom in spring, and in the reinforced concrete jungle, is there still spring? She asked the butterfly in her heart, but the butterfly fluttered its beautiful wings and flew away, leaving her here to watch from afar.

"That butterfly seems to like you very much?" Jiang Hao said suddenly.

Tranquility smiled and didn't speak, she thought to herself, if she liked it, why did she fly away?

Jiang Hao's mobile phone rang in his trouser pocket, and he couldn't remember how many calls he received today, the phone kept ringing, and he was also busy.

She sat on the chair bored, recalling distant memories in her mind, sheep pedaling on the riverbank, March in her hometown, the fields blown by the spring breeze, the grass was close but there was nothing, and the finch sang happily in the sky, this is a lovely little bird, earthy gray feathers, the same size as a sparrow, I have not known what its written name is, the old people in my hometown are calling it like this, just because its chirping is very pleasant, and it is in the sky all spring, and it is very cheerful.

The bird can hover in the air because it is small, and when you look at it from the ground, sometimes you can see only a small black lump in the sky, and when you hear its chirp, the people in the village know that spring is coming.

The water of the Yangjiao River is flooded with clear waves, the snow-white waves gently beat the riverbank, the grass on the riverside is green in March, listen to the sound of the river with your heart, like the gentle whispers of spring, the green mountains in the distance are like daisies, the undulating ones are one after another, when the breeze blows, it seems that you can hear the feeling of pine waves.

I still remember when I was a child, I always wondered if there would be no wind without trees, because every time the wind blows, the trees are always shaking, so I naively thought that there would be no wind without trees, and when I grew up, I realized that the wind did not come because of trees.

March in my hometown is always very busy, busy with the season of ploughing and sowing hope, my father is always in this season, driving the oxen, the old ploughshare turns over the soil that has been silent for a winter, like opening a jar of wine in the cellar, and the smell of freshly turned earth comes to the face, which is not the fragrance of flowers or wine, but it is really intoxicating, and people can't help but want to kneel down and kiss it.

Not far away, the song of the cultivators could be heard in the village, which could be heard in the village at that time, perhaps as a way to relieve fatigue when people were tired.

They sang low and rough, full of expectation in the desolation, but there was also tactfulness in the majesty, the father always liked to wave the whip, open his voice to echo, sing and harmonize, the song here was silent, and the song sounded again, this song echoed in the blue sky and white clouds in the spring of March, and it lasted for a long time.

"Tranquility"

"Tranquility"

Jiang Hao screamed twice, she was still staring blankly at the river, and she didn't react at all.

He shook his head and walked to her helplessly, thinking to himself, this person was in a daze again, and his heart didn't know where to fly.

"What are you thinking? I didn't respond to you a few times!" Jiang Hao walked beside her, one hand dangling in front of her.

She seemed to be taken aback, shrank back in surprise, and stared at Jiang Hao with a bunch of round eyes, as if she was very unhappy.

"What's wrong? Did I scare you too?" Jiang Hao asked, looking at her.

She didn't answer, just shook her head and continued to stare at the willow trees fluttering in the wind on the opposite riverbank.

"Look!" Jiang Hao pointed to the butterflies flying towards them.

Tranquility looked in the direction he pointed, and the flower butterfly just now flew over together, bringing a pure black butterfly, which kept waving its wings and flew towards them happily.

She smiled, he looked at her seriously and smiled, a couple in the distance was looking at them, and the girl said to the boy: "They are so happy, this is how I see love, you see that the boy looks at her so affectionately." This scene made everyone who saw it envious.

The butterfly flew to them in a lingering way, and she couldn't help but stretch out her hand, thinking that it would stop on her hand, and he followed her and stretched out his hand, carefully not daring to move, for fear of scaring them away.

After a while, as they wished, the butterfly did stop in their hands, and the butterfly that had stopped was still flashing its wings, and after a while it flew away.

Looking at the butterflies that were leaving, Jiang Hao suddenly looked a little sad, and what instantly appeared in his mind was the picture of Liang Zhu being separated.

"You say, are they Liang Shanbo and Zhu Yingtai?" he blurted out.

Tranquility glanced back at him, did not speak, and looked back at the butterfly that had flown away, and she sat back in her chair quietly.

Seeing that it was already noon lunch, she kept pressing the phone button, as if she didn't know what she was trying to read, and it felt like a perfunctory feeling.

After hesitating for a while, she kept pressing the key, and she could hear the sound of "clicking" on the side, as if she was dialing someone's phone.

"Hey, Mom, have you eaten?" it turned out that she hesitated for a long time to call the people at home.

There was no answer from her mother on the phone, and there was no constant noise and crying, and she stood up in surprise and kept asking, "What's wrong?"

Jiang Hao was also alarmed by her actions, and the hand I originally inserted in my trouser pocket was immediately taken out, thinking that something had happened.

Seeing that she gradually sat down calmly, he followed her to the chair and waited quietly for her to answer the phone.

It turned out to be just a false alarm, and the crying sound came from the phone, but the patient in the next ward was gone, so the family members who lost their loved ones were crying, and this noisy voice came from the phone.

She seemed to be affected by this cry, sat quietly in her chair and didn't say a word, quietly staring at the water in the Nanming River.

Life, sometimes, is so impermanent.

Life is even more impermanent.

A life form that could still be alive and kicking in the first second, in the blink of an eye, it was a soul separated by yin and yang, and at first glance it was still a happy and warm life, and when it turned around, it was chaotic and lonely.