The sparrow outside is chirping, perched on a power cable
You say that this scene feels very much like spring
The pencil in my hand moves back and fro on the paper
Using a few words to describe who you are to me
The taste of Qiu Dao fish, both the cat and you would like to discover (sorry, can’t find exact english name of the fish)
By doing so, we rediscover the taste of first love
The warm sunshine is just like the taste of freshly picked strawberries
You say that you cannot bear to consume such a feeling
The rain lasts all night, and my love pours out like a deluge
The rain runs off the leaves, and combines with my longings to form a thick stack in my mind
A few negative comments about you cannot cool my warm feelings
You appear on every page of my poems.
The rain lasts all night, and my love pours out like a deluge
The butterfly outside the window looks like a page of a book describing an idyllic scene
I carry on writing, to add “I will always love you” into the ending of the poem.
You are the only one that I wish to understand.
The granary is full to the brim, indicative of this bountiful season
The hue of your face is like a field of ripe tomatoes
You suddenly say to me, that “qi li xiang” has a very beautiful name
But all I am thinking of now is kissing your wilful lips



