spring

The morning light wakes up the wind,

The wind woke up the tree,

The leaves wake up the bird,

The cloud has turned into a raindrop.

Dripping in the sea,

The sea is gradually turning blue,

Washing up the rising sun,

The sun slowly opened its eyes,

Looking at the tree, looking at the wind, looking at the birds,

Everywhere, there are all kinds of green and colorful.

It’s hot and hot everywhere.

The third day: lively Fenger