We just jumped from a long winter to summer. It had been cold and cloudy for almost half a year. Endless rainy days came one after another. Gloomy sky revealed no sun beams nor moonlight. The snow covered the mountain peaks even in April.

 

All of a sudden everything is so clear. The sky stops crying for its grief. The snow finds its way out. Sunshine is back to days and trying hard to heat up everything to make up its long absence. The heat announces the end of winter and approach of summer. Finally, we are back on the track of seasons.

 

Everything is back to normal now except one thing: we skipped the spring. There is little attention from the crowd for the missing spring. During it-supposed-to-be-spring time, poeple kept talking about the delay of spring. But now they are satisfied with summer heat and sunshine. Spring is no longer in their mind, as an old fashion fading out. Only if there is a gentle wind blowing along their sweaty face, they vaguely remember something is missing this year.

 

I cannot get over the feelings of missing spring because I know she will never be back. I miss the gentle warmth and delicate smell of cherryblossoms. I miss her first laugh from the sky at her arrival. I miss seeing a little seed becomes a flower. I miss all the old happy spring times. 

 

There will be spring next year. But I know it will never be the same. Winter knows that as well. That is why he cried like a river. 

 

 

 

今年的冬天像是永遠過不完似的。不僅僅是冷，陰雨的天氣霸佔了整個冬季，濕漉漉的像吸一口空氣就會吐出水來。太陽缺席，月光被雲層綁架，每天面對的，是天空無止無盡的哭泣。高峻點的山頭愁白了，低漥處蓄積的傷心淚就要溢滿爆發；二月如此，三月如此，四月仍是如此，對於換季的盼望漸漸變成失望，甚或絕望。

 

突然，夏天就這麼來了。雨不下了，風不冷了，花悄悄的開了。久違的太陽用它加倍的熱力補償失歡已久的大地，冬日的蕭索一瞬間變成了夏日的熱情。短袖、冷飲、太陽浴，人們歡欣鼓舞著夏日的準時到來，慶賀著季節時序終於正常更迭，像是一場小小的勝利。

 

一切都回歸正常，除了一點：我們跳過了春天。

 

幾乎沒有人關心我們遺失了什麼。在春天該來的時候，人們不停的談論著春的腳步，關心著春的遲到，盼望著春天；而現在，在該是夏季的時候，夏天來了，人們滿意了，不再追問那缺席的春天，不再深究遺落的環節，歡天喜地的迎向美好嶄新的季節。只有在和煦的清風拂過臉龐的時候，他們會不經意想起今年似乎少了些什麼。

春天不僅從季節中遺失，也消失在人們的心裡。

 

但我無法忘記這遺失的春光。我無法釋懷，因她永不復返。我想念她溫柔的擁抱與甜美的芳香；我想念她到來時第一響銀鈴的笑聲；我想念花與蝶的追逐；我更無法忘懷看著種子發芽、成長乃至開花的心情。我懷念舊日的美好春光。

 

我知道，明年還會有春天。我知道，春天還會再來。但再也不會相同了。冬天也知道，所以整個季節裡，他淚流成河。