There are these verses:
1. Village dwelling
Gaoding [Qing Dynasty]
The grass grows and the orioles fly in the February sky, The willows blowing on the embankment are drunk by the spring smoke.
The children came back early from school and were busy flying kites in the east wind.
Translation
In the second month of the lunar calendar, the grass gradually sprouts and grows, orioles fly here and there, and the willows on the bank are intoxicated in the spring mist.
The children in the village came home from school early and quickly took advantage of the east wind to fly their kites into the blue sky.
2. On the Lidu Road during the Qingming Festival
Fan Chengda [Song Dynasty]
It is raining with towels, and the wind is wearing a side hat. The flowers are burning in the mountain scenery, and the willows are lying in the sound of the water.
The stone horse stands on the road, and the paper kite sings in the air. After the people in the palace dispersed, the black bird was facing west and east.
Translation
The tears stained the silk towel continuously. Her hair was scattered and her hat was blown sideways by the wind. Flowers dyed the mountains and fields red, and willow branches lay on the water. Stone beasts stood on both sides of the road, and paper swirled in the air. After people left the tomb, the crows and birds became active and looked for food everywhere.
3. Watching village children playing on the stream
Lu You [Song Dynasty]
After the rain, the stream water swept over the dike and was flat, watching the village children Xie Wanqing.
The bamboo horse rushes into the water, and the paper kite stalks the wind.
Three winters temporarily studied as a Confucian scholar, while Qianyou still worked as a farmer for his father.
If you are illiterate enough to be able to serve as a servant, you don’t need to work hard to admire the public officials.
Translation
After the rain, the stream overflowed the embankment and was almost level with the embankment. I took the time to watch the village children thank God for the clear sky in the evening.
Some rode bamboo horses and stumbled into the mud pit, and some flew kites, flying in the wind.
In the three months of winter, I studied with a private school teacher. During the busy farming season, I went home to follow my father and brother in farming.
It is enough to be literate enough to cope with taxes and labor. There is no need to study hard to envy the princes and nobles.
4. Wind Kite Poetry
Xu Wei [Ming Dynasty]
The wicker is rolled with thread and cotton, and it is enough for Qianxun to release the paper kite.
How much power the spring breeze can dissipate, and it will take the children to the sky.
Translation
The children found wicker sticks and white catkins, rolled them out of cotton thread, twisted them into long lines, and started flying kites.
How much strength does it take for the spring breeze to send the kite to the sky? I also hope that the cultivation of the elders can take the children to the top of the blue clouds.
5. Tea Ping'er·Cherrys Falling on the Path of Yanghua Grits
Nalan Xingde [Qing Dynasty]
Cherrys Falling on the Path of Yanghua Grits. Under the green shade, the clear waves and swallows are passing by, and the beautiful scenery becomes Dan Pavilion. The swing is leaning against the back, and the style is just like yesterday.
It’s a pity that spring is always dull. People are thin and have bad winds. How many fragrant notes have been made to make an appointment? When Qingluan leaves, who will persuade me to have a drink alone?
Translation
The poplars fell on the path, the cherries also fell one after another, and the flying swallows flew briskly across the ripples of the water under the shade of the green trees. It was such a good time, but without her company, it would have been a failure. Thinking of her graceful and graceful expression leaning against the swing in the past, it seems like it was yesterday.
It is a pity that spring is full of bleak mood now. People are gradually getting thinner. Watching the nasty east wind blowing away the kites in the sky, I think of how many promises and beautiful memories we had written on the kites in the past, but now they are all in vain. Even the bluebird flew away and never looked back, leaving me alone to drink and soothe my sorrows.