Gradually forgotten
I always bless the birds.
Their resounding vows
Plant sound like a tree.
Fell down like a tree again
I only remember the original you.
The image of splash
You treat me like the world.
Let me embrace my old poems.
Let me have only one pen left.
Let the flames turn to ashes.
Heavy snow all over the sky
You hurt me gently.
When I lick the wound
That tone
Still your fragrance
Such a clear and vague past,
Like the light and shadow in the forest, it falls on me mottled.
And I have long succumbed to the joys and sorrows of life, numb feelings.
Looking back, the wind and sand of the years have covered the footprints of youth.
Time still flows quietly, and we drift with the tide in the sea of people.
If you let go of my hand, I can still wander.
Just, occasionally, look up at the stars.
You are an April day on earth-a hymn of love.
Lin
I said you are the April day of this world.
Laughter lit up the surrounding wind; Lightweight and flexible
Dancing and changing in the splendor of spring. .
You are the cloud on the first day of April.
The evening breeze is soft, and the planetesimals are there.
Unintentionally flashing, drizzle sprinkled in front of the flowers. .
That's lightness, that's elegance. You are, Xianyan.
You are wearing a crown of flowers, and you are
Naive and solemn, you are the full moon every night. .
After the snow melts, the goose yellow looks like you; fresh
The first green bud, you are; Gentle and happy
Water floats with white lotus in your dreams. .
You are the flower on the tree, and the swallow is there.
Whispering between the beams, you are love and warmth,
It's hope, you are April day on earth!