Half of the high Shangtzu hill
is covered with emerald bamboos
the rest with wild flowers
red, yellow, violet, pink
wherever I see in early April
My shoes are dyed with the fragrance of flowers
The swallows are singing in the air
the orioles on branches of trees
I am drunk in nature
I feel like writing an early spring poem
but I left my pen and paper at home
I am bursting to recite the Tang poems of spring.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem