On the corner of the northern cities
Silently stood rows of trees,
Haze in grey blanket
Covered with them, they make the dream of the spring.
They dreamed of a bright spring day
The sun shines in the blue shy,
In the lonely silence loess plateau,
Primroses are smileing in the spring breeze.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem