Spring in the North

Not as tender and charming as Jiangnan

In its cognition

Gentleness cannot drive away the cold winter

It must be mighty

Listen

The wind is rising

With an air of arrogance

Sweeping dust

Phew! call!

Deafening

Ice on the water surface

Starting to melt

Withered grass in the ground

Starting to turn against the green

Spring is really here

Silent night

Dry rain as silk

Pattering

Spreading quietly

Spring rain in the north

A little naughty

It is testing first

Russian smoke

Gradually becoming more willful

Heavy rain

After some baptism

The sun is out

Shine in the fields

Golden

Reflected in my heart

Warm

Breeze blowing

Earthy fragrance

Refreshing

People say

It’s the smell of spring

I said

It is the seed of hope

It is the new power

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