Dear March, please come in.

How happy I am.

I have been looking forward to your visit.

Please take off your hat.

You must have walked there.

Look at you. You can't breathe.

Dear, I hope you are all right. Wait and wait.

How natural were you when you left?

Oh, come upstairs with me.

I have a lot to say to you.

I received your letter, as well as birds and maples.

But I didn't know you were on your way.

Until I announced how red their faces were.

But, please forgive me, those mountains and ridges you left behind.

You asked me to draw.

But there is no suitable purple.

You took everything and left nothing behind.

who ' s that knocking ? It must be April now.

Lock the door.

I don't like being disturbed.

He stayed elsewhere for a year.

I happen to have a visitor.

But the little things seem so insignificant.

Ever since you came here.

So blame is as kind as praise.

Praise is like blame.

Grass has little to do.

Grass has little to do.

A pure green world

Only a few butterflies can be hatched.

Treat a few bees

With the melody of the breeze

Tremble all day

Embrace the sunshine.

Bow to everything

A string of dew, like pearls all night.

Dress yourself beautifully and exquisitely.

The countess is so mediocre.

Not enough to attract so much attention.

Even if it dies, when it dies

The fragrance is so sacred.

Sleep like a humble spice.

Like Wu Jia, he lost his life.

And then moved to the magnificent granary.

Spend a day with dreams.

Grass has little to do.

I wish I were a pile of hay.

Heaven can't keep secrets

Heaven can't keep secrets

Told castle peak.

Castle peak, only tell the orchard.

Orchard tells daffodils

Birds fly by chance.

I overheard the truth.

If I bribe a bird,

Who knows if it will say

But I don't think so.

Still don't know, it's better.

If summer is axiomatic

What witchcraft made the snow float again?

Keep a secret, father.

Although I don't want to know.

Those sapphire people

What are you doing in your new world?

Listen to the oriole sing.

Listen to the oriole sing.

Maybe it's common.

But it may be very sacred.

Not that bird.

It sings the same tune and faces the noisy crowd.

But no one heard.

This is the fashion of ears.

Dress up what you hear.

Dull or beautiful

So it's poetry.

Or nothing at all.

Questions include.

"Music in the Tree"

Skeptics told me

"No, sir! In your heart "

I will tell you how the sun rises.

I will tell you how the sun rises.

Rise, a ribbon

Towers bathed in amethyst.

The fresh scene is like a pine tree.

The mountains took off their hats.

Rice eater, start singing.

So I whispered to myself.

"That must be the sun."

But I don't know how he fell.

There seems to be a purple ladder.

Little boy and little girl in yellow

Keep climbing.

Until you cross the border

A priest in a gray robe.

Gently close the evening door.

Take away his followers