轉眼送走了二月。日子就在這樣不緊不慢中度過一個又一個星期，從周一盼周五，盼周末，不經意間，三月了。今天上班，越南同事對我說，中國新年過完了，上周五結束了，問我吃了什麽，是不是芝麻湯圓，我含糊其辭。事實上，我連湯圓都沒買，想著家中有黑芝麻，可以自己做的，後來發現要放很多黃油，想想不健康，一猶豫就錯過了。這年越過越沒有年味了。新年時，家裏就兩個人，冷冷清清，LD還加班，冰箱壞了，倒是吃了幾次海鮮龍蝦，請朋友過來喝喝茶，就算過過了。站在中西文化的邊緣，節日越來越失去了它原先的意義，人也越來越懶，圖簡單省事。好在有文學城，大家還熱鬧一陣，好在有微信，可以看到家鄉的元宵燈節和母親桌上準備的元宵羹，讓人記起“過節了”。
二月底三月初的那個星期(上星期)下了兩場雨。今年雨水少的可憐，除了一月初的兩天大雨，今冬好像就這四場雨。去年的今日，我們去了奇諾崗看青草滿坡，山花爛漫；今年的山至今還是荒的，油菜花連葉子杆子的影子都未見到，更別提花了。而我，還是滿心期待的，期待下個星期，下下個星期，期待一年中唯一的季節，讓山有生機，讓春光中有春色。
周日，窗外陽光明媚，雨後的天空湛藍。我們驅車出門，並無明確的目的，因為尚不知山路是否依舊關閉，隻想在春光中兜一兜，感受春的氣息。沿路經過幾個公園，發現山路重新開放了。欣然間，車開到一山腳下，走了一條新路，登上了熟悉的山頂。這是一個我們看過日落、看過朝霞的山頂，而在日光中遠眺更有著別樣的美－－遠處的雪山被白雲纏繞，分不清是雪還是雲，不遠處的海水蔚藍寧靜，孤帆遠影，讓人遐想不已。
在準備下山途中，還見到了加州鵪鶉，大大小小十幾隻，一隻隻從小樹叢中走出來，頭戴花頂翎，匆匆覓著食。這一切都有幸攝入鏡頭中，貼出來，分享於此。
昨日還讀到梅子姐的一篇博文，觸動我心底的那根弦。或許人生真正屬於自己的時間就這幾年，可以靜下心來看點書，記錄點東西。在我，除了珍惜還是珍惜。
It is March, the month when the mountains used to turn green and flowers blooming. However, this year the scant rainfalls in winter and prolonged heat and drought deter the arrival of spring.
When we drove out and ascended to the Top of the World yesterday, the mountains in front of us are still bare and bleak, with the withered branches and grass from last year dominating the sight. But looking closer, we know spring is in store. The scattering new grass are shooting from the mud. Soon they will outgrow the old lifeless plants, carpeting the mountains with a new layer of lush green. Thanks to the two recent rainfalls last week, we are hopeful.
We saw Californian quails today, more than ten of them, one after another, coming out of bushes to search for the food on the roadside. They must be of a family, with adult quails having bigger crowns and the young tiny ones. We stood still across the road, holding our breath while our cameras were zooming and clicking.
Yesterday’s hiking was strenuous and short, a new route leading to the same destination. Sweated, we climbed up the steep slope, breathing loudly and laboriously. Forty minutes later, we reached the top. Looking down upon the zigzagging trails below, the vast stretch of placid azure sea on one side, and snow-capped mountains afar on the other, we felt rewarded. How many times have we been here, to witness the glorious moments in the dawning sky, the stunning sunset in the dusk, and the beauty of broad daylight manifested in the sun and the breeze? And how many more times can I still come here in the future?
You may say, as many as you want. Maybe, maybe not. A post by Meizi from Australia stirred something deep inside me. As a generation who waded through all the hardships, we are like sandwiches, having aged parents in our shoulders and a future new generation in our mind. Perhaps these are the only few years that I can wholeheartedly own to myself, when I can loiter time online and over my blog, doing things at my free will.
Hopefully with the financial freedom we strive to achieve today, life can be better taken care of in the end.
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