When I hear birds chirping, in the city, some birds report spring. They are afraid of going into town.
Just cheering outside the primary school, they are as simple as rural farmers.
Let me sprout a sense of closeness, they are my friends.
Like my family happened to meet. They are looking for unknown bugs.
I made a friendly voice to my companion. Outside school, I fell in love with birdsong.
In the contention of birds, I pushed open the door of spring.
Second, "Spring Morning"
Gentle spring breeze, holding high the sun, blew thousands of rays.
The bright sunshine dispelled the dark clouds and lit up my heart.
The bird's song, with joy and happiness, flows in my heart.
Lovely little granddaughter, smiling into a flower, lit my hope.
Third, "this spring"
This spring, my heart is in a mess. Sometimes I think of some tombstones, and sometimes I think of my childhood.
This spring, my heart is in a mess. Spring wrote a poem about spring. My poems are the leaves of grass and crowns in spring.
What else can I do this spring? Who else can I embrace spring and time with?