Han Tongfang
The wind turned green.
The rain turned green.
Wake up in spring
Throw yourself into our arms
A newly awakened stream.
I haven't cleared my throat yet
Just play those crunchy songs
Scatter all over the floor
The fruit tree that just woke up
I haven't paid attention to growing leaves yet
It exploded.
The dazzling brilliance of clouds
Swallows are very busy in spring.
She is whispering.
While using shiny scissors
Carefully tailored new clothes for spring.
Spring, though sometimes.
It will still make you feel a little cold.
Spring can be impatient.
After all, turning a depressed winter
Arouse gray memories ...