When spring comes, I wear a coat with a white lining, but I only think about the white gate city where I can't go.
There are two red mansions facing the cold, covered by rain, and a pearl curtain lamp shakes my lonely heart and goes home.
This is a long road, accompanied by a short dream at night.
How can jade be sealed? I saw a lonely goose in a cloud three thousand miles away.
Spring Rain (Prose Poetry)
◆ Text/Lin Yuhong
Spring rain is like silk, looking at tall buildings, filled with rain and fog, like countless mountains and hills. Litchi is leafy, with dark red tops and swaying in the rain. Shrubs along the road stretch out bright green leaves and suck nectar, and several sparkling pearls hang on their tips.
Spring rain is like silk, like smoke and fog, recalling the past eventful years, with little sorrow. The envy of the red owl soars in the blue sky, and the desire of the eagle fights in the sea. However, there is no wisdom of Zhuge, no stupid ambition and no mediocrity. I don't know when I can return to the sea!
The spring rain is like silk, caught in the wind, and the traffic outside the window is endless, extending a rugged life track. Leave your hometown, try to change the status quo and run for life. Although you are satisfied with the present situation, you must turn sparrows into swans.
Spring rain is like silk. Through the spring rain, we can look forward to the beauty and magic of this vast world and the ambition of Hongyan. We will be able to share prosperity with mountains and rivers, share water with dragons and merge into a prosperous ocean. This is really the spirit of leaving wine in the wind.