Inspirational original poetry is coming in spring.
Chang Chen; Zhang zhen
In the morning, the chirping of birds awakened the sleeping ears.
The wind also slammed the door and pushed the window.
You can go out in a light suit.
There is no longer a figure curled up by the cold.
Stretch out in the warm morning light.
I was surprised to find that the bare willow branches were covered with buds.
Yes, the new green on the grass is even patches.
Children will make better use of this season.
Look, they are pulling kites, running against the wind and laughing.
How to enjoy the gift of time
Start (a disease)
Let's also let go of our dreams and hands.
Run, in this season of hair growth.
Sing the willow again
Hu Dehua
Winter is long, and flowers miss spring.
The east wind has brushed our faces, and we should have reached the top.
But I'm afraid it's cold in spring, so I don't go forward.
I am the only willow branch, and I am the best in the world.