Like spring your laughter is waiting at the intersection to greet your rattling horseshoe sound like you pass by a flower pinned to the placket of a fragrant incense once reminisced about the old times, the east wind suddenly soft a tree flower like last year's old pavilion you sang in the old play

Laugh like spring

Like waiting at the intersection to meet your rattling horseshoe

Like you pass by a flower pinned to a piece of incense on the placket

I once recalled that in the old days, the east wind suddenly softened a tree flower

Like last year's old pavilion you sang an old drama in the Jinping people

Like I returned to the people on a snowy night, I held a cloud of spring in my arms

Like a garden of flowers, I plant a poem with compassion

Once reminisced about the old times, soft to this day

_____Baiyin Gree "Once remembered the old times, the east wind suddenly softed a tree flower"