Bring early morning frost to the grassland.
The little wild flowers in early spring are just
Just appeared in the melting snow,
From the fragrant honey nest,
Like a kingdom from a strange east,
The first bee flew out,
Humming around the early flowers,
It's asking: beautiful spring-
When will this distinguished guest arrive?
Does the grassland turn green quickly?
Is it on the branch of the birch tree?
Soon it will be covered with soft gum leaves,
Is there any news about fragrant cherry blossoms? Floret I found a floret in the book,
It's dried. It doesn't smell good anymore.
Therefore, my heart is full of.
Many strange reverie: which spring is it and where is it?
Is it in full bloom? How long did it take?
Who took it off? Is it an outsider or an acquaintance?
Why is it in the middle of this page? But to commemorate the bidding meeting?
Or do you want to keep it as a farewell?
Or just because of a lonely walk.
In the silence of the field, in the shade of the forest? Is it him or her? Still alive, right?
Which corner is their home?
Ah, maybe they have withered,
Like this unknown little flower? Dark clouds, dark clouds left after the storm!
You cross the bright blue sky alone,
Only you cast a melancholy shadow,
Only you make the days of laughter unhappy. Not long ago, you covered the sky,
Lightning viciously wraps around your body;
So you made a secret thunder,
The rain flooded the dry land. That's enough! Get out of the way! The season has changed,
The land has been restored! Thunderstorm disappeared without a trace;
Look at the breeze, dancing gently on the treetops,
Just about to kick you out of the calm sky. Say goodbye to Cambridge again
Xu Zhimo left me gently, just as I came gently; I waved my hand gently and bid farewell to the clouds in the western sky. The golden willow by the river is the beautiful shadow of the bride in the sunset, rippling in my heart. Green grass on the soft mud, oily, swaying at the bottom of the water; In the gentle waves of He Kanghe River, I would like to be a pool under the shade of aquatic plants, not a clear spring, but a rainbow in the sky broken among floating algae, precipitating a rainbow-like dream. Looking for dreams? Supporting a long pole, wandering to a greener place on the grass, loading a boat with starlight, singing in the splendor of starlight, but I can't sing, just a farewell flute quietly; Summer insects are also silent for me, silence is Cambridge tonight! I left quietly, just as I came quietly; I waved my sleeve without taking away a cloud.