SPRING
Up the tender crops jump from joy,
Throw their hats into the sky to sail.
The lazy wind lay embracing still,
The fragrance of Mint's beloved girl.
The tulips blaze keep sparkling
The joys fall tick-ticking further.
In the embrace of green feeling
I wish I were a tulip flaming rather?
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