The slender beauty's dressed in emerald all about,A thousand branches droop like fringes made of jade.But do you know by whom these slim leaves are cut out?The wind of early spring is sharp as scissor blade. 春天里的中国
This spring morning in bed I'm lying,Not to awake till the birds are crying.After one night of wind and showers,How many are the fallen flowers? 春天里的中国
Red berries grow in the southern land,How many load in spring the trees.Gather them till full is your hand,They would revive fond memories.Happy Rain on a Spring Night Good rain knows its time right,It will fall when comes spring.With wind it steals in night,Mute, it moistens each thing.On vernal day no flowers were in bloom, alas!In second moon I’m glad to see the budding grass.But white snow dislikes the late coming vernal breeze,In plays the parting flowers flying through the trees.Dreaming of the Southern ShoreAt sunrise riverside flowers redder than fire,In spring green waves grow as blue as sapphire,which I can't but admire.Written in a Village South of the CapitalIn this house on this day last year, a pink face vied,In beauty with the pink peach blossoms side by side.I do not know today where the pink face has gone,In the vernal breeze still smile pink peach blossoms full-blown.Between the willows green the river flows along;My gallant on the stream is heard to sing a song.The west is veiled in rain ,the east enjoys sunshine.My gallant is as deep in love as the day is fine.欢迎投稿，期待您的声音
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