Pupils' poetry

Ai Qing's Words of the Sun

Open your window.

Open your boarding gate.

Let me in, let me in.

Go to your cabin.

I brought a bunch of golden flowers.

I carry the fragrance of the forest.

I bring light and warmth.

I'm covered in dew.

Get up, get up.

Lift your head from the pillow.

Open your eyelashes.

Let your eyes see my coming.

Let your hearts be like cabins.

Open their long-closed windows.

Let me put the bouquet, fragrance and light.

Warmth and dew fill the space of your hearts.

Birch Author: Ye Saining

At my window,

There is a birch tree,

As if covered with silver frost,

Covered with snowflakes.

Furry branches,

Snow embroidered lace is natural and unrestrained, and clusters of flowers are in full bloom.

White tassels are picturesque.

In the dim silence,

A birch tree standing in golden light.

Shining with brilliant snowflakes.

Birch trees wander around,

Sunset,

Like a snow branch.

Another layer of silver brilliance.

——————————— I hope you like it. There are three more songs that I will develop independently ~ ~ ~