"To Spring..." is finally waiting for you, beautiful angel! You are like a distant old man, triumphant in fervent anticipation! Despite this, the earth still has a cold face: wheat seedlings, haggard

"To Spring...",

Finally waiting for you, beautiful angel! You are like a distant old man, triumphant in fervent anticipation!

Despite this, the earth still has a cold face:

Wheat seedlings, haggard;

Dry grass, still so domineering;

Craggy branches, skinny as wood;

Residual snow, unwilling to leave...

But no one will be discouraged by this!

Because today, the day of your bloody resurrection, the peach blossoms and apricot blossoms will blow the trumpet for you, put on the clothes for you and put up a banner; you will laugh and fall the city, and conquer the city to recover all the lost land...

You have multiplied the introverted greenery a thousand times, feathered it into a flying seed, and sowed it in a vast land;

You weave splendid embroidery in the vast expanse of land with the colored threads of love;

You make the breeze into a musical note, and compose the prelude of life for thousands of mountains and valleys;

You write love and hope into poetry, dedicated to lovers who have just opened their hearts, dedicated to youth, dedicated to the future and dreams;

The wheat seedlings were awakened;

The creek began to sing;

The branches become soft;

Willow puffed up tiny packets;

The permafrost softened, soft into boneless spring mud;

The hibernating roots awoke, the sound of jointing, rumbling like a departing train;

The swallow message is coming, it is on its way home...

Beautiful Spring:

I am ashamed of my poor words and cannot describe your manners;

. I am ashamed of the clumsiness of the brush, unable to depict your grand magnificence;

Sometimes, you are a drop of dew lying on a peach blossom, quiet, shy;

Sometimes, you are a wandering white cloud in the sky, dashing and flowing;

Sometimes, you are a flying kite, free, naughty;

Sometimes, you are a girl's floral long dress, plain and clean;

You are a tree blossoming, blooming with the light of youth;

In the season of blossoming, please do not bear Shaohua;

You are line by line of poetry, writing chapters of struggle;

In a good year, please write a good resume;

You are a piece of music, playing the ideal overture;

On the stage of life, please play a good role;

You are a train full of colorful hopes;

At the age of departure, please do not hesitate;

Spring is coming, let's set off in the most beautiful season...