Ye Saining's poems

Selected readings of Birch-Ye Saining's poems

At my window

There is a birch tree,

It seems to be coated with silver frost and covered with snowflakes.

Furry branches,

The lace of snow embroidery is very chic.

Strings of flowers are in full bloom,

White tassels are picturesque.

In the dim silence

A birch tree standing in golden light.

Snowflakes are falling in Jin Liang.

Birch trees wander around.

Sunset.

It turned to the snowy branches.

Another layer of silver brilliance.

Respondent: Rosebud-Assistant II 4- 12 2 1:52