First, "Sound in the Country" Xu Zhimo
The boat floated slowly in the shade of weeping willows, and a cool breeze in early autumn blew the velvet on the water and the sound of the countryside on both sides.
I am resting alone in the window of the boat, watching the waves and visions of a river and listening to the sounds far and near. I once had a tacit understanding with my childhood!
This is the call of Crispy, the work on the farm is varied, and the dog crows by the bamboo fence: but this is a kind of meaningless sadness and sorrow!
White clouds are flying in the blue sky: I want to put the annoying age, I want to entrust the annoying love to the infinite ethereal-disappearance;
Reply to my simple and beautiful childlike innocence: like a spoonful of cold spring in the valley, like a bald milk magpie in the breeze, like a grass flower in Chi Pan, natural and vivid.
Second, "Early Spring" Shu Ting
Friend, it's spring! Dispel sadness, dry your tears and smile at the sun.
Although there was no torrent of flowers, it washed away the shackles of winter, poured intoxicating fragrance and flooded the plains and mountains.
Although there is no birdsong waterfall, thousands of silver beads splash and scatter in the foggy dawn, rolling on the boulevard at dusk.
But wait a minute, once it thunders, the dark clouds will flee in a hurry. This is the most beautiful and best dream!
Maybe it came brilliantly overnight, but there is still a chill and cold trouble.
If you listen carefully, on the five ancient peaks, the wind is still whistling and trembling in the valley!
It's like crying together, but there are already a few little cuckoos.
Like a flame that can't be extinguished, it warms the world, and even the clouds are no longer floating.
Friends, let's say that spring is beautiful and rich, because it has experienced the last chill.