In the fiery sun-
Listen, that's the song of a bird.
They knocked at the door in surprise,
The first door in spring.
White clouds bring warm thoughts,
Long-lost greetings-
Brought us new year's greetings,
Those heavy laughter,
Just like mom and dad's hands, full of labor and harvest!
A glass of hard liquor,
Full of homesickness,
Get me drunk on a windy morning,
Wandering vagrants,
I can't help speeding up the pace of going home!
The girl I love,
I haven't seen you for a long time,
Like the trembling cobwebs in my hometown,
Silently grew into a cocoon!
I want to leave while the spring breeze is still early.
So I can ask my beloved girl-
Love, will she bloom in this spring?
The clear wind is blowing from a distance,
It smells like a girl,
With the whispers of wild lilies,
Bloom in an instant.
Green, lover's arm,
Twist gently, hug you,
Pluck the strings of spring,
The distance between seasons is so strong that it is irresistible.
Because the earth is pregnant with hope.
On New Year's Day, I saw the villagers,
Talking about past gains-
Counting 365 days and solar terms,
Speaking of spring,
Everyone's eyes are shining again
At that time, corn hung in strings under the eaves.
Huang Chengcheng's happiness,
The whole house is floating around, making people feel scared.
I feel very excited and practical.
So I remembered-
One snowy day many years ago,
Family photos taken by relatives at home.
Touch the first drop of dew,
Spread out, colorful-
The snow and ice in the north melt,
Trees in the south spit green.
In the ticking sound of cars,
Anyway, it's a spring wedding,
The happiness that life is destined to reach,
Where will you wake up?
Listen to the sacred song-
All the beautiful things in front of you,
Something easy to touch,
Love at first sight is like poetry and water,
Then get pregnant sweetly in spring.
But I still think of that village,
A village in a field,
Fly towards the river,
Is the breeze blowing all the time,
It made me look around-
Little sister who just grew up,
She stood at the intersection of her house to meet her.
With the gesture of spring flowers,
I dedicate this poem of blessing to you-