This is a train for spring.
The wind is blowing gently outside the window.
Blow the weeds on both sides of the green road,
Blowing flowers in the country.
The green leather train rumbled forward,
The villages in my hometown have become dotted.
The long footprint has no end,
Take us to the ends of the earth.
Don't live up to the wonderful time of spring,
Even if the road ahead is not smooth.
As long as you don't forget your initiative,
The flower of happiness is bound to blossom everywhere.
Postscript: This picture is so beautiful that it seems to hear the rumble of the train and smell the fragrance of flowers. A slight change in the content of a poem often leads to something new.
The train for spring
This is a train for spring.
The wind is blowing gently outside the window.
Blow the weeds on both sides of the green road,
Blowing the flowers in full bloom in the countryside.
The scenery quickly receded to the rear,
The villages in my hometown have become dotted,
The long footprint has no end,
Like our unknown fate.
Crossing mountains and seas,
I've seen blue sky and blue sea, too.
Train running all the way,
Take us to the ends of the earth.
Forget everything you have,
The past is gone,
Take our bags,
Wind energy still has a long way to go.