As today falls on Jingzhe, one of the solar terms, which is designated as the day of awakening of the hibernating insects, I searched and found this poem of springtime.
Following is its rough meaning:
“Spring breeze would not blow away my melancholy. Longer spring days only deepen the grief in my heart.”
As for its style, I followed an orthodox way of layout.
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