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The
Sentiment of Spring
by Ou, Wen Wei
Spring
comes,
Creeping through the blockade of ice and snow,
Still a little haggard,
Remaining a little frigid.
Spring
comes,
Creeping gently with small steps,
Yet bringing hope for new life,
Bringing all things back to life.
Spring
comes,
No matter whether it is cloudy and drizzly for days,
Or whether it is sunny;
Near and far there is thrilling laughter, alive.
[Translated
by Robert Anderson, Jessica Lin]
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