It turned green, my grove. Ants and flying insects in the Woods, these humble lives come with spring. Under the soil, I heard the sound of earthworms crawling.
Knock on the closed door of the earth with a soft head. On the grass in the grove, I saw a group of goats, swinging their long beards and bleating, which shocked my youth and soul. A black goat came to me leisurely, with tears of happiness on his face.
2. Push open the door of spring
I hear birds chirping. In the city, several kinds of birds announce that spring has arrived. They dare not go into the city, so they can only cheer outside the school. They are as simple as farmers in rural areas, which makes me feel close.
They are my friends, and they seem to be my relatives. They are looking for unknown bugs and making friendly sounds to their companions. Outside school, I fell in love with birdsong. In the contention of birds, I pushed open the door of spring.
There are the following poems about spring:
I look for spring with curiosity. Ah, I see spring. The mountains in the distance are rolling, full of green. The grass on the nearby hillside also crept out of the ground quietly. They are tender and green.
Fat little lobular children, like a fat doll who just woke up. This piece, that cluster, dotted with steep slopes. Trees on the hillside quietly pull out new branches and sprout like grass.