Romance in spring
The morning sun listened to the call of the kingfisher,
Waking up from sleep,
Start your day,
Watching the children step into the school with brisk steps,
Return to the joy of my solo visit to the park.
The wind in spring is always so gentle,
Like a delicate and smooth satin sliding across the cheeks,
From time to time, I come to ruffle the strands of hair,
From time to time, the fragrance of begonia peach blossoms blows all over the garden,
Can't help but let you linger in the romance of this spring day,
Can't help yourself.
The romance of flowers blooming is inseparable from the moisture of water,
Listen to the babbling river driven by the spring breeze,
With a sparkling spring light,
Disturbing the sleeping fish in the river from time to time,
It's like dancing.
The old man practicing in the morning in the distance skillfully played the yo-yo in his hand,
The sound was like the chirping of a green baby.
