English poetry about spring: spring and everything.

Spring and all the spring and everything.

On the way to the infectious disease hospital

Under the blue wave

Mottled clouds were driven out.

Northeast? Cold wind. exceed

The waste of vast muddy fields

Yellow weeds, standing and falling.

Pieces of stagnant water

The spread of tall trees

All the roads are reddish.

Purplish, forked, erect, twisted

Materials for shrubs and small trees

Below are dead brown leaves.

Leafless vines?

Appearing lifeless, dull

Is the vacant spring coming?

They entered the new world naked,

Cold, uncertain everything

Unless they come in. Everything about them

Familiar cold wind?

Now it's grass, tomorrow.

A hard roll of wild carrot leaves

One object after another is defined?

It speeds up: clarity, the outline of the leaves.

But now naked dignity

Entrance? Nevertheless, profound changes

Arrival: They took root.

Grasp and begin to awaken.

Turbulent clouds under the blue sky

Mottled northeast wind is blowing.

On the way to the infectious disease hospital

A cold wind changed the direction of sight.

In the distance, it is a vast open wasteland.

Brown vegetation comes and goes with each season.

Sometimes there are patches of stagnant water.

There are tall trees everywhere.

The branches of the low bushes on the road are crooked.

Red, purple, forked, upright

Under many small trees

It's withered yellow leaves.

A vine whose leaves have all fallen off.

The scenery is dull and lifeless.

Then spring came slowly.

Spring enters the new world naked.

Without hesitation in the cold

I don't care much about my surroundings.

Still blowing the familiar cold wind.

Now, the grass turns green, tomorrow

Wild radish will spit out solid buds.

Everything will show its beauty one by one.

Bud quickly, the appearance is clear, and the leaves are well defined.

Now, however, it is solemn.

Early spring scene? Profound changes have taken place.

Come to earth: take root

Stretching down hard, the earth began to wake up.