Two slender buildings stood opposite each other.
As they extended upwards, the colors on the walls became lighter, gradually fading from gray to a desolate white.
White, black, green, orange, blue... Different colored signs, embedded with bold or vivid words, hung on the walls in a scattered manner, enticing passersby.
The narrow square squeezed out by the buildings was filled with people and vehicles of all kinds.
Men with crew cuts, wearing dark shirts and jeans, stood tall, slightly tilting their heads back. One hand played with the branches of the pink and white Bauhinia tree, while the other held their phones, carefully selecting the right position and angle.
The girl's long hair flowed smoothly down her shoulders, and she wore a brown jacket over her slender body. Between her matching short skirt and knee-high black boots, a hint of flesh color peeked out. She affectionately wrapped her arm around her boyfriend's, occasionally taking a sip of her milk tea.
Children ran through the crowd like untamed colts, joyfully darting around. They occasionally turned their heads, as if using their eyes to express their liveliness. Before long, their parents called them back, and they played various poses under the flowers and trees, holding fallen petals and striking cute poses that matched their age, leaving behind images in the camera.
A few steps away, a slightly overweight young man tapped a red-painted bench a few times and comfortably sat down. As he shifted his body, he found a comfortable position and crossed his legs. The gentle breeze blew, causing him to squint his eyes a few times. He took out a slender lady's cigarette from his pocket and placed it in his mouth. In the breeze, I caught the scent of sweet and sour fruits and refreshing mint.
He leaned back slightly, but soon felt a slight itch on his head. It instantly reminded me of a childhood prank of placing leaves gently on someone's hair when they weren't paying attention. Golden flowers tumbled and fell onto the lawn. On the brown branches of the windbell tree, wrapped in rough and compact bark, there were only a few withered leaves of similar color, but they were filled with clusters of trumpet-shaped flowers. Unlike the abundance of autumn, the golden color was more of a joyful welcome to spring.
Looking up, my gaze climbed along the deep gray buildings.
I saw the desolate white walls, the gloomy sky, and a branch of the Bauhinia tree filled with green leaves and pink flowers.
The wind still gently brushed past, and the sun hid behind thick clouds, perhaps feeling a bit drowsy in the spring, while the flowers and leaves, under this slightly cold tone, were reflected with even more brilliance and vitality.
It's going to rain, spring rain.