Remember the room where spring sprouted through the green window

Qiuguo Hotel Shenzhen Futian Huaqiang North Branch When I opened the window, I was caught off guard by the lush greenery. The tender buds that were still curled up last night have already tiptoed up the window lattice this morning. The sunlight passes through the translucent veins of the leaves, casting sparkling spots of light on the business bed, like a pool of emerald water broken by the wind. We sat cross-legged in front of the window drinking brown rice tea, watching the entire tree shadow rustle as the wind passed by, as if a thousand emerald green bells were ringing softly in our ears. **Morning Light and Leaves** The 6:20am sunlight is the gentlest. It traces the outline of the new leaves into gold leaf and dyes the tea into amber. A very healing morning. **Afternoon Nap** Move the big bed directly under the shadow of the trees. When I turned over, I heard the rustling of the tender leaves rubbing against the glass, like the subtle sound of silkworms nibbling on mulberry leaves. In the haze, I miscounted a passing cloud, but I remembered the dancing light on your eyelashes. **Night Rain Recording** The sudden rain made all the leaves light up. Under the warm yellow wall lamp, the water-stained leaves became natural lampshades, and we hid indoors drinking hot plum wine, watching the green outside the window blurred by the rain, gradually smearing into ink. It turns out that the so-called spring stay is just: Borrow a window, Steal half an inch of vitality from the trees; Borrow a bed, Let the dream grow fresh roots.