A poem about spring, Xiao Chun.

Spring Morning

Author: Meng Haoran

Sleeping sickness in spring unconsciously broke the morning, and the chirping of birds disturbed my sleep.

How many flowers fall after a stormy night.

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In spring, it was dawn before I knew it. It was the chirping of birds that disturbed my sleep.

It rained and rained last night. How many beautiful spring flowers have been blown down?

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Dawn: When it just dawns, Xiao Chun: It's a spring morning.

It will dawn before you know it: it will dawn before you know it.

3 songbirds: the song of birds.

How much do you know: I don't know how much.