The poem "Late Spring"

Modern Poetry: Late Spring

Your noble face

Like a thick cloud.

The sudden spring breeze last night

I have never been to see you.

Winter leaves in longing.

With the change of seasons, the cold has left the ground.

That spring rain

I missed the expectations of every tree.

You promised.

We should not be like flowers.

Just to win beauty for one night.

I hope

Every footprint we walked hand in hand.

Can be branded

The eternal glory of the sun and the moon

But even in the late season.

We should also feel it with our hearts.

Spring with birds singing and flowers fragrant.