The spring thunder roars
The trees spit out three inches
My words are dressed in spring clothes,
I am silent in a cloud
The sound of spring rumbles, rolling in the chest of mountains and rivers
The earth returns to spring
The moisture rises
The wine of sunshine and the tea of ??spring rain Brewing together
Set a banquet with thousands of miles of wilderness
Use thousands of flowers and leaves as a lamp
Pour a cup of thousands of dendrobium
Waiting for you Coming
The first peaches and plums bloom
The second is the cries of the barns
The third is the eagle turning into a dove, and a hundred eggs hatching
It’s spring Birds are spring insects
Spring rain has awakened peach blossoms
Spring thunder has awakened hundreds of insects
Sunlight has awakened the earth
Your vicissitudes and fertile fields , who will wake up
Your journey and years, who will come to be magnificent
The rice seedlings in the south, the wheat in the north
Your white horse, my Chang'an
Who is walking in the south of the Yangtze River in the light rain of apricot blossoms
Who is thinking of peonies in the rouge-like water
In the green willows like silk
Please Cut a wisp of spring breeze to make a dress
Flying together with the clouds and the roc in the long sky
Flying and fluttering,
Floating with the oriole and the spring swallow The sound of sound
Wakes up children and old people, wakes up men and women
Wakes up green lanterns and bright moons
Wakes up bamboo shoots and lotus root knots, wakes up icebergs and dusk snow
Awakening poetry and sorrow
Awakening every sleeping heart
Embracing heaven and earth and walking with spring