CH-8 Spring 19770207
The warm and humid air
Enveloped the foggy streets.
Like cattle and sheep rejoicing in the spring of the mountains,
Cars chirped merrily.
The mist, embracing the white clouds from the factories,
Lingers in the awakening city.
People hurrying to work pass by,
And bicycles and cars seem to be in a race.
Suburban farmhouse
Smoke curling up
I think of my friends in the countryside
Could they be sharpening the ploughshare
That has been idle all winter?
Stranger, maiden fair
How can you hide the smile in your eyes?
Could it be that some joyous event
Is to take place in this year\'s springtime?
People say that spring is a season of drowsiness,
But now they get up very early,
Busy preparing festival gifts,
Welcoming the pleasant spring to come.
The branches have not yet turned green,
It\'s too early to take off the thick clothes.
But on the eight hundred million fertile lands,
The tender shoots of spring have already sprouted.
CH-9 Early Spring of Spring 19770319
Nice, the morning of spring in my hometown
How bright the sunshine is, how fresh the air is
Dear friends, if you ask
Which time of the year is the most charming
I would say, it\'s the morning of spring
On this spring morning,
The poplar trees open their sleepy eyes,
Rejoicing at the dawn after the long night.
The willows quietly don their spring attire,
Eager to suddenly reveal their beauty.
In the dawn light, the horses neigh,
On the thoroughfare, the wheels roll,
The whips crack like firecrackers welcoming the bride,
The horns sound, announcing the arrival of spring.
Even the old locomotive with its white hair
Smiles like a child, heart full of joy.
It\'s on this spring morning
The sun kindles the blast furnace\'s fire
The sun opens the barn door
The sun sounds the wake-up call
The sun unfurls the red scarf
The laborers smile at the sun
Repaying hard work with hard work
Brought forth the green wheat seedlings, the earthy fragrance
Lifted the core taken from the rock, drenched in sweat
Poured out the newly brewed wine, the mellow aroma refreshing the heart
Ah, it\'s the fruit of labor, a heart glowing red
I love you, the morning of spring,
In your embrace, so many undertakings are just beginning.
I love you, the morning of spring,
How many laborers are marching towards the light in the morning.
You are truly the symbol of youth,
Like the surging waves of the sea,
You are truly the symbol of happiness,
The mother of the hardworking and brave children.
Sure, on a spring morning,
The sun is bright and the air is fresh.
Dear friends, if you ask,
What is the greeting for the morning?
It is this:
Bless my acquaintances, friends and relatives,
Bless my country and people,
To be forever young, just like this spring morning.