My Fairy Tale

I needed to discard my fantasy

However, you got it cautiously

You told me: I'll give you another sonnet

I was shocked and quiet

I started to recall which hints I had overlooked

about the shuddering in the snow and ice?

Your fingers

composed something on the snow, I can't recall

I just know that one early morning

A grinning snowman showed up toward the side of the yard

With your woolen cap on his head

Compose this long railroad tracks on the other hand weaved?

The tracks in late-spring are warm and appear to be delicate

Lilac trees blossom on the two sides

Your eyes gather gradually the sentiment of purple and white

What's more, welcome me to meander with you

Put down the city, put down the misrepresentation

Do you expound on the consistently streaming water of the Songhua River?

You monitored the waterway and fished out straightforward shrimps for me

We discharge the stream snail and afterward all

Your trouser legs are wet, my face is burned by the sun

Dear you, your pen and paper are undetectable

The sonnet you gave me, got done with composition