Full text translation:
Where did spring return? I can't find its footprint, there is silence everywhere. If anyone knows the news of spring, call back and live with us.
No one knows the traces of spring. If you want to know, just ask the oriole. The oriole sings tactfully over and over again, and who can understand its meaning? Look, orioles fly over the blooming roses in the wind.
The full text is as follows:
Where does spring come back? Lonely, no road. If anyone knows where spring went, ask him to come back and live with him.
There is no breath of spring. Who knows? Unless you ask an oriole. Nobody can solve it, because the wind flies over the roses.
Full text appreciation:
This is a poem that cherishes spring, which shows the author's feelings of cherishing spring. In the last film, Xi Chun passed unconsciously; There is no trace of Xi Chun in the next film to be traced. Twist gently with a pen to deepen the love of cherishing spring. Until the end, I still didn't hit the nail on the head The conclusion is soft and lingering. Although I tried my best, I didn't finish my sentence. The author uses anthropomorphic techniques and his ideas are ingenious and novel. Create a beautiful artistic conception.
The first two sentences of the last movie, "Where does spring return? Loneliness has no way. " The question is to question the return of spring, where it went and why there is not even a trace of spring. A word "return" and a word "no road" personify spring. "If anyone knows where spring went, ask him to come back and live with him?" In a word, ask who knows where spring is and ask him to call "spring" back. This is an idea, and I intend to use a curved pen to render the degree of cherishing spring. Make the lyrics ups and downs and changeable.
The first two sentences of the next film lead to the image, "Who knows if there are any traces of spring, unless you ask an oriole." Since no one knows where spring went, it seems that we have to ask the oriole, because the oriole appeared when spring left and summer came, and it should know the news of spring. This kind of imagination is also strange and interesting. The last two sentences, "No one can understand, because the wind flies over the roses", are all descriptions of reality. Imagine the traces of spring above, maybe the oriole can know, but who can understand the songs of birds? It is just a small creature in nature. Just watch a gust of wind, and it will fly to Bai Yutang with the wind. So the traces of spring finally disappeared, and the loneliness in my heart became heavier.