Modern Poetry for Students in Spring Festival

Rhapsody in spring

When the gentle wind warms the cold face;

When the rain wets the dry and cold hair tips;

When the sky is covered with a gray veil;

When the field is painted green by the magic pen;

When swallows whisper in your ear;

In those days, the minds of young people were full of poems. ...

Ah-

Spring! Passionate spring!

I'm sure-

Left you in this thriving new century.