Spring Love (novel) translated by Zhang Baotong

Pete couldn't stay indoors any longer, not for a minute. The spring color outside the window gave him a sense of novelty and made him a little irrepressible. He picked up his hat and walked out of the office to Highland Recreation Park. He had been here twenty-five years ago. At that time he was in his first love. Now he has a wife and a twelve-year-old son, whom he loves dearly. However, the bright spring light made him a little distracted. This feeling made him feel as if he was twenty years old again.

The park is full of festive atmosphere, and people seem to be starting a new life. He was deeply infected by this breath, and longed for something new and completely different to happen. He thought of his wife, who was knitting him a sweater. Billy may be playing with toys or fixing a bicycle. If he is at home with them, he may be making a flower bed or doing some work in front of and behind the house. However, at this time, he did not want to do this. A sense of adventure inspires him, and in his heart there is a desire to break the convention.

He walked to the park's shooting gallery and watched as a man shot down the target's ten white ducks and birds. The owner of the shooting hall turned to Pete and said, "Try your luck and get a good prize for your girlfriend." Pete laughed and said, "Okay, man, I'll try." He picked up the gun, aimed at the moving duck and pulled the trigger in quick succession. He won a big rag doll!

As soon as he left the shooting gallery, he ran into a young girl. He didn't hesitate to give it to her, "I beg your pardon, can you do me a favor and take it away?" It needs a mom. The girl was stunned for a moment, then laughed, "If it really makes you feel embarrassed, I think I'll have to take it away." She took the doll, thanked him, and said, "It's so beautiful, where did you get it?" As he spoke, he involuntarily walked side by side with the girl on the path of the park.

They began to talk about nothing, and the girl told Sù Pitt that her name was Louise. She guessed that he was probably only thirty-three years old, twelve years younger than his actual age. This made Pete quite happy. Talking and laughing with this black-haired and blue-eyed girl made him relive the wonderful time of his youth. He knew that he meant nothing to her, and that he was a husband with family responsibilities and a father who was loved and admired by his children. But, strangely, he couldn't just break up with her. "Let's take the big bus, can you?" asked Pete. Louise's face turned crimson. Pete could see her longing in her eyes.

She sat close to him. The Grand Observation Car spun and sent them into the air. He felt her hand grip his hand, and his affection couldn't help but stir. The whole world became vivid and vivid, almost completely new. After getting off the big observation car, they went to play with the small motorboat. After that, they ate some ice cream and cake and went to a dance hall. Pete felt like he was dancing better than ever. He quickly left his wife, son, and other qiē behind.

He became a twenty-one-year-old boy again, and the strange blue-eyed woman who snuggled up to him was his lover. Louise said, "For some reason, it's so much fun to be with you. You look different. Where do you live? I've never seen you. I'd love to, I mean don't you think we're getting along very well?" "That's right, Louise, can we dance together again?" Pete," she called his name, as if she really was his girlfriend, as if she really saw him as her sweetheart. "Pete, don't you think we'll see each other again?" she leaned closer to him. Pete suddenly felt overwhelmed.

He knew that he would have to face this sooner or later. He did his best to keep his composure. Finally he said, "It's easy, tell me your phone number and I'll call you." When the sun went down, Pete drove her home in his own car, perhaps she longed for it, but he didn't kiss her, or even ask to come to her house.

The next day, Pete went to work and couldn't concentrate on his work. He was still thinking about the blue-eyed young girl. With her phone number in her notebook, a day in the park shouldn't just be a memory, it's something that can be recreated. All it takes is a phone call to make certain days later more interesting, more exciting, and more meaningful. But he was a family man after all, and loved his wife dearly. He knew that if something happened to jeopardize his marriage, then the damage would be irreparable. Family is a qiē for him. He got up from his chair and walked to the open window, feeling the spring light of April.

At this moment, a strange feeling flashed through his heart. In the spring breeze, he heard Louise's sweet voice, and among the flowers, he saw Louise's lovely smile. He couldn't help but feel an unspeakable bitterness in his heart. She may have been waiting for him, expecting his call. He could even imagine her anxiety and uneasiness. She had made it clear to him that they should meet again because they had already made each other together. At this point, he didn't think about it, and turned and walked towards the office.

He slowly pulled out his notebook, placed it on the table, picked up the phone, and began dialing. His hand paused, then continued to dial. A voice came, Louise, of course, and he heard it at once. He listened quietly to the voices inside, feeling a sharp pain in his heart, and his spirit seemed to be about to collapse, but he immediately hung up the phone. He took a deep breath, picked up the phone again, and said into the microphone, "Are you Billy? You're already home from school?" and told my mom that I was going home early for dinner. Shall we plant those roses that you and your mother love?"

The image of spring Zhang Baotong

With the intention of loving spring, I walked into the mountains in March, watched the peach after the rain and was gracefully melancholy, and listened to the mountain breeze blowing the stream and hurriedly went away.

Spring moistens my floating feelings, the valley magnifies my loneliness without company, staring at the birds passing through time and space, I feel that the warm spring breeze is me.

Close your eyes and sleep on the stones between the streams, let the stream flow from your heart at will, immerse yourself in the ethereal spirit of the blue sky and white clouds, and appreciate the image of the lonely journey.

Meditate on the lyrics of the murmuring stream, like a shower beating on the window lattice of the heart, trying to decipher the ancient and pure music, but the crisp birdsong woke me up from my dream.

A pink girl walked softly, and the valley danced with a sweet and mellow brilliance, and asked me about the source of the clear water of the stream, and she smiled and gave me a bright inspiration.