p>It is such a cold season
Spring has flowed into my frozen blood
The heat boils my breath
Holding hands
Face to face
Must support each other and warm each other
In order to wait for the spring with blooming flowers
Qianshan
Still standing majestically
Wanshui
Still rushing
Trees to trees
Birds calling birds
I am holding your hand
Moving forward in anticipation of spring
Xin Xiting (1907-1974)