Don't Fear Viruses! A Copy of 'Spring Viewing' Brings Abundant Hope...
Author: Li Junlin
Morning
to inhale the refreshing fragrance
is a luxury
turbulent blood qi will follow the cold with it
that kind of expectant gaze fades into the morning mist
drifting away
is filled with chilly thoughts
eyes were not frozen by the cold current
the celestial canopy stood upright, the halo of the righteous warrior
descending along my frantic line of sight
floating dust filled with a heavy tone
those rising red quotations
were crystallized into whispers
the universe and the spring buds together
how much for this season
added mysterious and silent lies
I long to lie in my dreams
seek out those ethereal inspirations
open the door
the night was filled with ethereal poems
the sky was full of viral information
the night was depicted so realistically
even those Microsoft thorns
also had a flowing landscape
at this time
with the stars silent
someone walked by
a sigh awakened the fear of slumber
inspiration swayed in the spring equinox wind
this chilly wind
was illuminated by the time of dreams
hit the body
those fiber-optic sounds
pierced the humble intuition
the mountains were silent
the entire city was so silent
solitary self-talk
before the arrival of the season had already disappeared
those post-failure weeds
were native to Qinling, protective armor
had used a shy garment
covered and concealed tears eroded by time
that guardian's gaze over the mountain eagle
had guarded the call over the circumference of Jigongshan
had guarded the quiet solitude and the dreamy thoughts
the thoughts carried by fate became increasingly heavy
those aging and pale sunlight
struck the adobe tile roof
hurrying silhouettes
carrying those anemic instructions
with willpower and strength
pushed open lamenting gazes
that sigh of helplessness
climbing along narrow paths
extending to the distant Jiangcheng
those ethereal and murky tears
let the morning light pierce a little sadness
paths leading to the village
cracked wounds cut off my gaze
the tired songs of the past
were stretched long and deep by the time corridor
the Wei River extended endlessly
the bugle still echoed in the sky
this season
fluorescent green and white would be the warmest colors
the gold shield and red cross shone together
on the crimson flag
the sickle and the axe was not just a symbol
his proclaimed faith and vows
would resonate across the eight wild regions of the country
the most beautiful spring
