Essays in Verse: Another Spring
Time flows like a river, winter gives way to spring and returns again; every spring brings about a sense of anticipation. Winter is over, spring is coming, may every inch of years be vibrant with spring.
—Credits
The small town in February, though the streets are still empty and sparsely populated, the dome above has already been warmed by the sun. Wearing masks to go out on duty, looking at a tree, a tuft of grass, a flower, a piece of green, red, white, pale yellow flowers blooming, spring remains the same.—Idle knowing the east wind, all purple and red is spring.
Spring, softly and gently arrives, as scheduled, the cold chill has retreated, the silent earth has awakened, no season will be as full of life as spring.—Time passes day by day, new every day, spring breeze again on the familiar path.
All farewells, perhaps have a lingering fondness; all new beginnings, perhaps also bring wishes. Time cannot be retained, winter and spring, summer and autumn return.—Ancient time is empty and quiet, always full moon on the steps.
The breath of spring permeates time and space, the sky and earth are warm, the wind and clouds are tranquil, flowers bloom and grass grows, insects and birds play musical instruments, a piece of hope is the most beautiful and pure.—Today's spring breeze cannot be restrained, peach blossoms will eventually bloom.
Spring and autumn, coming and going; time and years, constantly changing. The world is always busy and hurried, carrying the heavens and the earth for a long time, carrying the cycle of life's creation. Carrying a wish for eternity and growth.—A robe of sunlight, one year of splendor, one year of life's growth and decline.
People like different seasonal gifts, but more like the eternal flourishing of life's renewal in spring.—Life comes and goes because of love, and all purple and red is another spring.
Winter will inevitably bring something, and also take something away; spring is the same, people are the same, there will always be some bad encounters passing through, and always there are beautiful expectations blooming in the seasons, and growing.
—Once again, spring begins, bringing with it hope, starting from the heart, following the spring breeze, opening the door to spring, to a thousand trees burning brightly, spring is like a painting!
