The boat drifted to the other shore
(1)
It was the whispering swallows that brought it, and it was the shepherd boy's flute that called it.
The wind in March, unable to bear the loneliness of winter, secretly hides itself in the transparent dress of spring, and arrives in a beautiful way. She is very romantic and playful, sometimes hanging on a naughty boy's kite, sometimes swinging among the light willow branches; when you reach out to touch her, inadvertently, she slides towards the old man's smiling brow, and is held in the girl's gazing eyes. In...
The wind in March is as gentle as a lover's whisper,
The wind in March is as gentle as a trickling stream.
The March wind is up to you to chase and chase away, but you can never hold back her flowing melody or follow its erratic trail. But you can truly appreciate its bright dream and soothe her soft breath.
Isn’t it?
The spring water full of pride has risen.
The bees and butterflies flew away in the sunshine.
(2)
The wind of March records March’s promise to people,
The wind of March carves people’s images of March.
People pour their loyalty and sincerity into the land with their modest hopes and aspirations.
I once thought, could the March wind really be an innocent girl? If it weren't for her elegant charm, how could my dull heart be awakened by a kind of bright fireworks? How could the peaceful soul be silently surging with the desire for eternity?
(3)
I am intoxicated in the March breeze.
Through the summer, I can taste the fruity fragrance of the golden autumn...