The wind of spring
Sending away the chill of winter
The dullness of grass and fish and insects
Bringing the refreshing
warmth
The spring feeling of light rain
The wind of spring
Sends away the bitter coldness of sorrow
The loneliness of silent looking at each other
Bringing the waves of life and breath
The ripples
The desire to live happily
The wind of spring
Sending away the winter flowers
The sadness that I see
Bringing the fields on the monopoly
cultivation
The spring scenery of flowers and willows
The wind of spring
Sending away the restlessness of thoughts
The heaviness of stumbling steps
Bringing a hundred twists and turns
Hope for a light and bright childishnessWinter Night
The wind is still the afternoon wind
Rain is still the afternoon rain
The twilight is still the usual twilight
When I want to use a poem
To fill the hollow of this night
The body heat of the pen
Like ice
Squirming between my fingers
The raindrops on the rubble eaves
Feel the chill too
Beginning to solidify and freeze
It must be the cold birds of the night
From the air
They've taken something away
The sensation of cooling
Is not palpable
The night sinks deep without a sound
I think that the water in the pond
is chilled by the earth's temperature
Just like fate
has chilled the lives of many people
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