Essays in Poetry: A Wonderful Spring in Everyone's Heart

— Grass and birds are soaring, willows are green and flowers are red, Yangzhou Road with fireworks, a beautiful day searching for fragrance by the banks of the River, everyone's heart has a wonderful spring…

— Epilogue

(One)

SpringAll living things are flourishing wildly.

Like those unnamed flowers in the wild meadow, the wilder they are, the more fragrant they are.

Thinking about it carefully, it's also like the days passing by.

(Two)

Who imprisoned the spirit of spring, leaving it scarred?

Spring should be filled with joyous laughter and bustling activity, with birds singing and flowers blooming, a back-and-forth exchange.

Even though the spring chill is still chilly, and the drizzle is light and misty.

Look, these flowers, big and small, yellow, pale pink, bright red, orange red, and so on. They leap and yearn in every crack of the wind. In all the corners of the season, they rejoice.

Let's go together, letting even fleeting emotions be discarded in the spring breeze, melted in the spring green, and then, let vitality grow longer each night, and then let's rendezvous with flowers blooming across the world.

(Three)

In the seasons, I watch for you, like a tree watching flowers, like the night watching the moon, like the wind watching rain.

I cherish you, but I don't say it out loud. But I pray that you will flourish year after year.

The poem says:

I have a Buddhist pagoda, I never wear it.

I have a monk's robe, I never wear it.

(Four)

I have thousands of spring flowers, blooming and fading.

I have a river a mile long, flowing endlessly.

I have many.

The book says, without you, all beauty is wasted.

I say, a wild meadow stretches for miles, you are a deep joy and cherished secret within all my secrets.