Essays in Verse: Human April (Outer Three Chapters)
—I never count the past events in the apricot blossoms and spring rain, passing through flowers and leaves; there are many shooting stars in the April sky, crossing the river, I just like the human April, simple and pure······
—Title card
Gently open a corner of the calendar, the most beautiful is human April, the best season in spring, also the best season of the year.
Moved for all flowers, moved them to the extent that they don't want to die in spring, like that crazy rush, colorful and crimson, as if they had forgotten the importance of flowing water day by day.
(II)
Standing in the brilliant 18-degree sunlight, watching the flowers bloom one by one in the soil, and one tree after another growing wildly to great heights, I admire April so much.
Human February spring news, human March spring falls like a city, the wind in March blows the rain in April, the morning sunlight stretches the evening's remaining sleeves—human April is just right.
(IV)
Human April, there is always a raindrop and a flower, falling on your shoulder at the same time, like a reunion of warmth and coolness.
Spring, how wonderful, with relaxed eyes and mouth, clear in the heart, like two people holding hands walking, light grass and trees, soft and reborn.
