Poetry ｜ Written in Spring (Part One)
Spring breeze holds small scissors.
Cut clouds, rain and fog.
Cut 3,000 square kilometers of Rongcheng.
Hibernating catkins, insect frogs
Wake up under the call of spring thunder
Silent spring rain moistens the ancient county land.
Whispering swallows are dancing.
Holding the hope of sowing
Bring it to the fields and farmers
Let’s take the glass and put all the troubles in the world.
Swallow into my heart. Spring takes a light step.
Walking slowly.
In high-speed railway station.
I heard that you are coming to my city.
Even if there is freezing rain outside.
I am waiting in high-speed railway station, rain or shine.
Wandering and wandering
Everyone who smiles by.
I thought it was you.
You never came.
Is the rain and snow holding you back?
The high-speed rail roared and flew away.
I am still waiting for you in high-speed railway station.
Wait for you to reply me with a reason to stand me up.
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