A May Day Trip to Bairu Spring

A May Day Trip to Bairu Spring
On the morning of May Day, the golden sunlight pierced through the clouds and gently poured over the earth. The air was filled with a blend of freshness and anticipation. With a heart full of excitement, I set off on a journey to Bairu Spring together with my mother and sister. Along the way, we chatted and laughed, envisioning the beautiful scenery that awaited us.
When we arrived at Bairu Spring, the surroundings were lush and green. Tall trees had their branches and leaves intertwined, and sunlight filtered through the gaps, casting tiny scattered light spots. However, the once gurgling spring water, as white as milk, was nowhere to be seen. Only dry traces were left at the spring eye. Our full - fledged anticipation was instantly replaced by regret.
My sister silently took out her phone and took pictures of the dried - up spring eye, wanting to record this regrettable scene. "I really didn't expect Bairu Spring to turn out like this," my sister said softly, her tone full of melancholy. My mother frowned slightly, her eyes filled with pity. "This once - beautiful spring water, now it has stopped flowing. Such a pity."
We lingered by the spring, still able to imagine how it used to gurgle with flowing water. At this moment, we met several local residents, who also felt deeply emotional. An elderly man told us that in recent years, due to climate and some environmental factors, the spring water had gradually dried up. He recalled the lively scenes when the spring water was abundant in the past. At that time, people often came to the spring to fetch water and frolic. Bairu Spring was an indispensable part of people's lives. Listening to the elderly man's account, our nostalgia for the once - lively spring water grew deeper.
With this sense of regret, we turned and walked towards Dasheng Temple behind Bairu Spring. Before getting close, we could see the simple and solemn upturned eaves of the temple, looming among the green trees. Entering Dasheng Temple, there was a curl of incense smoke in the courtyard, exuding a peaceful and serene atmosphere. The red walls and black tiles, along with towering ancient trees, and sunlight filtering through the gaps in the leaves cast dappled shadows on the ground.
The faint chanting of the monks in the temple seemed to have a soothing power, gradually easing the regret we felt due to the dried - up Bairu Spring. We strolled around and visited. Statues of Buddha stood solemn and majestic, and the murals, though having gone through the passage of time, still retained their vivid colors. Every detail seemed to tell an ancient story. My mother devoutly offered incense and prayed in front of the Buddha statue, while my sister quietly observed everything around her, her eyes full of reverence.
As night fell, we left Dasheng Temple, bringing an end to this trip to Bairu Spring. Although we didn't get to see the gurgling spring water of Bairu Spring, the tranquility and solemnity of Dasheng Temple brought a different kind of peace to our hearts. The experiences of this day made us more keenly aware of the importance of protecting the natural environment. In our hearts, we silently hoped that one day Bairu Spring would regain its former vitality and, together with the serene atmosphere of Dasheng Temple, become an eternal scenic spot in this land.