Baba lives, draws water, cooks and takes medicine on time every day.
Put yourself in when the sun is shining, like a piece of dried tangerine peel.
Drink tea in turn: chrysanthemum, jasmine, rose and lemon.
These beautiful things seem to take me on the road of spring.
So I kept the snow in my heart again and again.
They are too white, too close to spring.
Read your poems in a clean yard. This kind of human thing
Like a sparrow flying suddenly
And time is bright. I'm not fit for grief.
If I send you a book, I won't send you poetry.
I will give you a book about plants and crops.
Tell you the difference between rice and barnyard grass
I tell you, barnyard grass is terrible.
spring