
Text/Yang Zhen
The warm sun melts blue,
Vientiane is renewed and alive.
Yellow warbler first singing embankment willow,
Cuckoos chirp sunset smoke.
Smokey wind blows green grass,
Drizzle prompts red peonies to bloom.
I don't know when the remnants of winter will go,
Haruo quietly came to earth.
One point number Zhengrong years