Spring is slowly coming,
With calmness and gentleness,
Flowers bloom in petals,
Hong Yan still has a smile on her face.
The grass is covered,
Green dress;
One by one,
Pieces,
It's the green waves on the vilen,
Wandering on the path in spring.
With the endless tenderness of spring,
Endless secret words,
Fluttering with the wind,
Pull a chord.
An old ballad,
It attracted the laughter of the children. ...
The pace of early spring remains,
It's a bud on a branch,
It is a bud in the flower bed,
It's the crisp cry of old Yan Guichun.
Thin mud hits people's soles,
Birds sing spring poems,
A light blue breeze flows through your fingers,
Soft rain falls from my head. ...
A spring rain,
Dance lightly and gracefully.
Spring rain,
Soft,
Transparent,
Harmony,
The sky uses this needle-like thing,
Woven into a transparent cloth.
Rain falls on the river,
Hit the halo,
The circle spread out,
Added the breath of spring.
A gurgling stream,
Rolling waves with the fragrance of petals,
Turquoise in Ye Er,
Rush forward happily;
Green spring water,
Driving comfortably with the wind,
Ripples—
Sometimes there are some thirsty swallows,
Dive,
Whoosh-
Take a sip of cool river water.
Fly high into the air again,
As if spring water is a part of spring,
You can use it to turn over a new leaf,
Even in dreams,
Recall the sound of spring water.
In fact,
I know little about spring,
I'm still superficial about spring,
Make it superficial,
I don't want to know what is in spring.
Let me keep it,
The hazy impression of spring!