Waiting for you, in spring.
Spring is a poem: "Stealing in with the wind at night, it nourishes all things silently."
Spring is a painting: "Spring's beauty fills the garden, unable to be contained; a branch of red apricot blossoms peeks over the wall."
Spring is a melody, intoxicating like poetry. Spring rests on the branches: peach blossoms smile radiantly in the spring breeze, apricot blossoms dance in misty rain, and last night, the small tower was drunk with joy.Willow shores, apricot blossoms dancing in the rain; by streams and riversides, the breeze sings softly. Emerald tips on branches tinge with smiles, drunk in the spring breeze. My heart soars with the clouds, my feelings dwell in spring. Spring has swallows, swallows dancing in my poetic dreams... I gently knock on spring's door, stepping into its embrace, where swallows whisper softly in the depths of the season's soul.Hear the sound of blossoms unfurling, under bright sunshine, grass grows and orioles fly in February's sky. Clouds drift timelessly, clear rivers, Han Yang, emerald waters, a riot of vibrant hues.A peach blossom branch, a lotus seed, one dream spans a thousand years. Drunk in floral dreams, mountains beckon, winds sing softly, waters ripple. Warm thoughts dormant in my heart quietly blossom at the sound of a swallow's sweet chirp.Swallow, close your eyes—it is you; I await you, spring. A touch of crimson, a season of heartbeats, tender green buds on branches soften my time. Unfolding poetry paper, threads of affection fill my heart—a branch of pear blossoms in spring rain, each pink bud, each petal a whisper, warm affection, deep longing.Flowers and grass warm, thoughts of affection rise like hidden fragrance, butterflies dance gracefully; whispers of longing between rafters, spring swallows skim the waves. With whom shall I share this intoxication, spring colors staining my poetry? With whom shall I rejoice, entwined in dreams? In this warm spring, I firmly grasp a pen of time, dipping it in the splashed ink of spring's song, composing a long scroll.Swallows dance across my clear sky. My heart dwells among crimson blossoms and emerald leaves; I read you within a scroll of verdant rhythm. The wind whispers, thoughts deep or shallow—early spring's embrace fills the flowers with longing, while veins of leaves conceal deep affection.A fingertip of fragrance, a sheet of bright poetry, perfuming time, blooming in February's verses. I carry a touch of green, wielding brush and ink to write you a heartfelt note.
Behold, spring's brow dotted with poetic charm, flowers red and willows green; hear, spring's windowpanes echoing with orioles' songs and swallows' dances, calling to the earth.Green, spring's hue; green, life's true color; green, poetry's lyrical chant. Spring blooms moisturized by the poet's pen—a Tang-dynasty breeze, a Song-dynasty rain, a verse of graceful elegance. Watching over the season's buds, floral scents drift into dreams, fragrant trees lush with verdure.Sprouting branches, blossoms crowding the boughs—I lean into spring's warm fragrance, and in the breeze, poetic rhythms surge... A faint, pure scent, beauty in the world, tender thoughts unfolding in verse.
Spring is the season of poetry, the sky of swallows, my story, my dream. Grass grows green, trees flourish lush.Green grass, green grass, my heart yearns endlessly. Spring, I offer you a poem. Standing in spring, I reminisce—reminisce about the beauty of the seasons, listen to the earth's voice, feel the floral fragrance soothe my heart with release. Beautiful rivers and mountains sing of China; clouds gather auspiciousness, chanting for ten thousand generations. Earth in spring, the rooster crows at dawn, proudly gazing upon the East—China's dream of rejuvenating the divine land.
I guard the sunshine, guard you, in spring. Warm sunlight, gentle spring breeze—a graceful beauty, you in my tender verses. February, swallows fly, mountains and waters at peace. My homeland, spring blooms warmly, softly humming, a melody for a spring branch. I lean by willows to write poetry, hold paper to chant, courtyard filled with fragrance, recalling youthful days.Flowers in full bloom, moon perfectly round; Jade strings and flutes play, fireworks dazzle the nightless sky—The Lantern Festival.
Butterflies dance among blossoms, graceful orchids lean in dreams; Peach blossoms intoxicate the fragrant dust, Plum blooms three times, spring on every branch; The moon rises over the sea, joy everywhere. Precious jade exudes fragrance, branches sway with southern willows—Who dances in the vast sky?Spring dawn blooms on peach-blossom paper, butterflies and swallows dance, faint fragrance and graceful shadows fill the courtyard. Fragrance locks emerald green, fine rain holds mist... Singing of spring, a branch of flying snow greets spring with a smile, whispering poetry, listening to spring's footsteps, enchanting splendor, swallows dot the spring water with affection.Who bestowed upon me this brush that blooms with flowers? In spring, swallows forever soar through my sky, year after year, season after season!
Tonight beneath the moonlight, I think of you. You fly in the spring breeze of the Dingyou first month, a dream of early spring. In my restless poetic heart, you blush shyly, revealing tender affection. My murmurs tangle your flowing black hair.I fall into your spring dream, in spring's warm embrace, through seasons' waiting, a burning flame, passion in your sky!
In the spring breeze, tonight, I think of you alone beneath the moon. You in my dreams—I've waited three thousand years for you, in this spring.
This work is an original creation by Gu Shihua, an outstanding author of the "Flying Ink and Flowers" WeChat platform. No one may use it without the author's permission.