Author: Ai Qing
Miss Spring is here-
Which one of you knows,
How did she get here?
I know!
I know!
She comes from the south,
I was here the other day,
The good news is,
It was the swallow who told me.
Have any of you seen it,
What does she look like?
I know!
I know!
She is a little girl,
More beautiful than me,
Two watery eyes,
A braid is so long!
She was barefoot,
Pant legs arm in arm on knees;
On her arm,
There is a big wicker basket hanging.
She crossed the river,
Walking slowly on the beach,
She bowed her head and sang softly,
That sounds like a flowing river. ...
Seeing her appearance,
Who will be happy;
Hearing her singing,
Everyone will be happy.
In her big wicker basket,
Full of things-
Red flowers and green grass,
And golden seeds.
She's a good girl,
Smart and diligent,
In the morning sun,
Never rest for a moment;
She hung flowers on the tree,
And spread the grass on the ground;
Scatter seeds in the ground,
Let them grow green seedlings. She walked on the ridge,
The cow looked up,
The calf bounced,
The big sheep bleated ... and she came to the village.
Every family is happy,
Orchard,
Open the door to welcome guests; How vibrant the garden is,
To many relatives-
There are bees that make sugar,
There are pink butterflies who love to dress up; Those swimming pools,
Polished,
When Miss Chun walked by,
Also look in the mirror; All kinds of birds,
Singing all kinds of songs,
Every bird says:
"I am so happy!" Birds are flying around,
This song never stops-
Everyone said, "Miss Chun,
May you be here forever! "Only those ducks,
Can't fly or sing,
They just stood there,
Flapping their wings and laughing ... they said, "Miss Chun!
We have been waiting for you for a long time!
I hope you came!
We can't sing, hahaha ... "
1950.3.28
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early spring
Author: Shu Ting
Friend, it's spring.
Dispel sadness and dry tears.
Smile at the sun
Although there is no torrent of flowers yet
Wash away the shackles of winter
plastered
Floods in plains and canyons
Although there is no birdsong waterfall yet
Splash thousands of silver beads.
Scattered in the foggy dawn
Rolling in on the boulevard at dusk.
But wait.
Once it thunders,
Dark clouds fled in a hurry.
That is the most beautiful and beautiful dream.
Maybe it will come brilliantly overnight.
Yes, it's still a little cold.
And cold troubles
If you listen carefully
On the five old peaks, the wind is still whistling.
Trembling valley
As if wailing together
But there are some little cuckoos.
Like a flame that can't be extinguished
Wen nuan Tian di
Even the clouds are no longer floating.
Let me put it this way, my friend.
The reason why spring is beautiful and rich.
Because it passed the final chill.
1975.2
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This is all I found. . . There are also some famous essays, such as Spring by Zhu Ziqing. .
I'm not sure about the score. .
Now I'm listening to the roses in Miyazaki Hayao. . Not bad. . But I don't know which movie this song is from. . So be careful or not. . . = =|||
The following one, which I turned out from a pile of music in QQ music collection, may be a little inappropriate. . Listen to this first:
The only flower in the world
River (Enya)
Spring (Vivaldi's. . Classic) (= |||)