Chun Xue 1
The last snow, the top of the tree is outside the window, looking into the distance. The branches droop and sigh, and the sprayed mist drips into the yearning for spring. A quietly arched, frozen bud tapped on the door of the earth. Free-roaming sparrows squeaked and disappeared behind the cracked trunk of the ice, enjoying love.
2. Miss Taohua
Peach blossoms dyed red in spring, and I shuttled through the green south of the Yangtze River. Listening to the twittering of birds, watching the prosperity fall, isolating the noise of the world. Lost alone in the spring breeze of a foreign land, through time and space, it seems to be back to childhood. Gaze at the place, childhood partner, come back to your side. In those folded years, there were parents' busy backs and brothers' caring voices.
3, the sun and the moon, into the spring.
Spring breeze gently calls back the sun, moon and green. The melody of spring has long been integrated into the clear water of the sun and the moon. Beautiful willow, touch the floating light in the pond. All love has written a delicate spring. Listening to the melody of spring, stepping on the reverie of spring, watching the amorous feelings of Chun Yan.