Song of Spring
On the hardened land
with the help of a breeze
this first fission, winding irregularly
like an individual soldier rushing forward and breaking the balance
Its previous track has lost in the land
You can’t figure out its origin
You don’t know how long it takes to stop its retreat
and accumulate strength
This grass has ploughed a small furrow
Which direction will it choose for the second breakthrough
The onlookers are nervous: The more asymmetric the contest,
the more likely it is to be unexpected.
the second poem for spring
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