周六的峽穀氣溫高達七八十度。走在萬裏晴空沒有一絲雲彩的陽光裏，聽山風掠過樹梢曠野，想起一兩個星期前的寒冷和陰雨綿綿，想起曾經天空上如白雪般堆積的雲朵，不僅感歎大自然的變化多端，想起人們常說的雲卷雲舒......

 

世間沒有事情是一成不變的，萬事萬物都在變化中。而美更是轉眼即逝的，如同眼前的春景。再過一個月，滿山的綠色褪去，留給我們的又將是無邊的荒蕪和貧瘠。所謂，好花不常開，好景不常在。

 

2019年的春天是個花開遍野的春天，前所未有的春景引來了成千上萬遷徙中的蝴蝶在此歇息停足，它們貪婪地吮吸著花蜜，為著前麵的征途做準備。據報道，蝴蝶會在遷徙途中傳宗接代，一代接著上一代完成從起點到終點的使命。

 

人在某種程度上不也像這匆匆而過的蝴蝶，終是這世間的過客。

 

兩個人的爬山走著走著就覺得開始乏味起來，遂開始懷念起從前的隊伍，帥哥美女歡哥笑語，那時的熱情，讓我們從這座山翻越到山那邊，一直到海邊，來回十幾英裏。現在兩個人，走走停停，乏悶之餘，某人略帶自嘲地說笑著，"男女搭配，爬山不累，夫妻爬山，想想就累"。

 

獨樂樂不如眾樂樂。

 

而天下沒有不散的筵席。幸福歡樂正因為短暫而讓人懷念，讓人不能忘懷。

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Driving locally on the early Saturday morning heading towards the lab for the annual blood examine, I saw leaflets, small and brownish, swirling in the air. How come the leaves are falling in the spring time? Perplexed, I peered through the window when the car was stopped at the red light. When it dawned on me that they were the butterflies, I couldn’t help wondering at the rare sight, where swarming butterflies flying by hundreds in the midair across the street.

The line at the lab was way too long and moved at a snail pace.  After waiting for about 15 minutes, I decided not to waste my Saturday morning time there.  I have better places to go, I told myself.

The sun was beaming down relentlessly upon the valley. The temperature was around 70-80 F. Warm wind rustled over the trees and the grass. The valley was in its green, with blooming flowers, purple, yellow and orange studded or clustered here and there. In the distance, the snow-crested mountain tops were basking in the sun, reminding us that winter is still within sight.

He and I hiked in the trail, immersing ourselves in the valley beauty. Reaching the top, we greedily took in the view, knowing that this kind of scenery is never ever-lasting. Soon the flowers will be withering, grass dying and the lush green fleetingly giving way to deadly scene of drought.  We did not hike far, as the heat and dry wind deterred us. On the way back, we were both reminiscent of the old days when the team hiked on the same trail but extended our footprint to the other side of the mountain, to the beach, a round-trip of more than ten miles. Gone are the days when the enthusiasm could carry us far and wild, when the laughter and fun are only to miss.

By the time we were about to find our parked car, we saw patches of yellow flowers on the loop and decided to take a final look. Surprisingly, we caught sight of butterflies, many of them, sucking at the blooming flowers. They must be the ones I saw on the early morning street.  The fluttering butterflies prompted him to take out his big camera to capture the colorful patterns, and our later online research proved that they are Painted Lady butterflies migrating by millions from Mexico to Pacific Northwest. It is the unprecedented super bloom that makes them stop by the once-barren land.