William wordsworth wrote it in early spring.
I am in the sweet forest, listening to sweet notes, happy thoughts and sad thoughts. toherfairworksdinaturelinkthehumansoulthatthroughmeran； And muchitgrivedmheartthinkhatmanhasmadeofman.
Through primrosetufts, in the Green Building, Theperiwinkletraileditswreaths and "Tismy Faithful Flowerin Joysteairitries", their thoughts can't be measured, but their emotions make me feel extremely happy.
Thebuddingwiggspreadoutheirfan, Tocatchthebreezyair must think, Alien, there is a pleasant place here. If this idea is true, if this assumption is wrong, what will happen to mankind?
I was lying in the woods, listening to Qian Qian's harmonious voice, carefree mood, happy thoughts, but worried. Nature passed on her beautiful things through the soul I contacted. I was very sad and remembered how people treated people. In the shade, there are some periwinkles weaving garlands among primroses. I am convinced that every flower, big or small, can enjoy the air it breathes.
The birds around me are jumping and playing. I don't know what they are thinking, but every tiny move seems to arouse my inner joy. Buds in bud spread their arms like fans, catching the breeze, which made me deeply feel that they also had their own joy. If God tells me to believe this, if this is the intention of nature, is there no reason for me to lament how people treat people?