When I was a small girl in early 1970s, the springs in Beijing were extremely windy and sandy. My primary accessory for the season was a translucent scarf tightly to wrap my entire head when I was out to avoid sands from getting into my eyes and hair. I love these scarfs, not because they were necessary, but because they were almost the only extra to add to clothes, to be more colorful and prettier.
Now I've just lived my first spring in Beijing after being away so long in places with no sharp changes of seasons, the longings, the quiet joy and strong sense of life associated only with the coming of spring are being revived in me. From the first sight and smell of the new green on the bald willow branches, the winter jasmines, lilacs, peonies, blossoms of cherry, plum and pear trees, I have reconnected to a passion for embracing a new cycle of life and found back the Beijing of my childhood. Even the flying downy balls from the willows and poplars are a pleasant reminder of a hometown return for me. The city is only more beautiful, with so many more trees and flowers everywhere.
The pace of spring is brisk and is never meant for anybody to catch up. Each passing minute brings us closer to the hot summer. Today the temperature will reach 31 degrees. The summer is already at the door.