Liu Qilun

I must love spring as I love the distance

Love the world like loving spring

When spring comes back to earth

I also need to love myself, love everything related to me

Such as my wife, friends, poetry and wine

And writing, weak tea and walking.

I love the spring pile driver

Which tries to put strength into deep earth

Let my eye approach the blue sky with buildings going up

I also love the harp in spring

Its golden strings are the weeping willows in the wind

Or your flowing long hair

Standing in the spring of the new era

I want to sing songs loudly

Speak out deep love in my heart

But I give no voice

Because I have written joy on my face

Because there are white clouds and larks flying in the sky

The Nianjia lake, by its continuous shimmering light

Tells everything I want to say...