Spring on the branches, the wind blows (poetry)

Spring on the branches

Put some green buds

Accompany a cup of tea Maojian

Quietly

Boarding At the head of the village

Wake up the cuckoo

Hold the swallow like a song

That is the spring wind

Blue the sky

Greetings that bring awakening

It is the slightly drunk rain

It falls on the pattering bluestone slab

Step by step

Like a long-lost old song

Singing in the heart

Planted in the fields

Quietly Warm wind

Poetry and picturesque

No matter how cold it is

Yes

Spring breeze

I Been here

Lived there

Never left

Spring is on the branches

The wind blows