The east is brightly lit,
The western gongs and drums are loud,
The smell of spring is everywhere,
The footsteps of spring are coming quietly to us.
Where is spring?
Amid the laughter of children playing outdoors,
In the first melting of urban roads,
It is still in the dialogue between flowers and buried seeds.
This is the smell of spring,
Is the message of hope,
Oh! By the way,
Spring is the time for the elderly to continue to walk in the wild.
More precisely,
Spring is on the first day of June 9,
Stop looking for spring,
Miss Chun has quietly entered our hearts.
It's spring,
The most promising season of the year,
Let's finish our supper,
Holding adults and children,
Go and find your own spring!