I say you are the April day of this world, and laughter illuminates the winds around you; Your soul dances in the glory of spring. You are a cloud in the sky at the beginning of April. The evening wind is soft, the stars twinkle inadvertently, and the drizzle is sprinkled in front of the flowers. That's lightness, that's elegance. You are wearing a crown of flowers, you are innocent and solemn, and you are a full moon every night.
After the snow melts, the goose yellow looks like you; Tender as the green of a new bud, you are gentle and happy, and the white lotus you expect is floating in the water. You are the flower of the tree, the swallow whispering between the beams-you are love, warmth and hope, and you are the April day on the earth!
That night, my boat was pushed out of the river, and there were dense stars in the clear blue sky. That night, your hand held mine, and the lost starry night blocked the sadness mentioned. That night, you and I set the direction, and each of us recognized the appearance of life. Up to now, my ship is still floating on the sea, and the thin mast often shakes in the wind and waves. Up to now, the sun only lingers behind me, and layers of shadows stay by my side.
Up to now, I still remember that night, starlight, tears and Baihe! I still miss your farming on the shore: red flowers, yellow flowers, and bright flowers. On that day, I hope to climb to the top. Honey generally moistens my memory.
On that day, I will step on an arrow with wings and watch you shoot all the strings in your garden. On that day, you will hear a song like a bird, that is, I am waiting for your appreciation. On that day, you will see messy flowers and shadows, that is, I broke into the border of that year!