Spring scenery, cold rain and hazy modern poetry

The sky in March seems particularly bright and transparent.

The dewdrops wet the eyes of the earth,

The fragrance of flowers spreads all over the land,

The laughter goes into the deep mountains and deep valleys,

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The end is the beginning.

Everything is silent——

In the shy spring scenery.

The rain outside the window,

is beating gently, ticking.

People in the light long for silence,

People in the dark long for passion,

Life is always being renovated,

Outside the window——

The thin cold rain.

A lonely scene,

accompanied by clouds, slowly floating.

The flowing water was shrouded in cold smoke,

The mountains were blown away by the mist,

The open fire in the darkness,

In an instant, it was There was no sound,

What was left was just——

A cold haziness.