Two poems on spring

CH-8 Spring 19770207

The warm and humid air
Envelopes foggy thoroughfare
Like mountain livestock rejoicing in the spring
Vehicles make merry sounds there

The mist, embracing white smoke from factories, 
Lingers in the awakening city streets
People hurrying to work pass each other
And bicycles and buses seem to be in a race. 

In farmhouses of city outskirts
Kitchen smoke in spirals rises
I think of my friends in the countryside
Are they sharpening the ploughs that in winter they hide?

Hey maiden fair, you the stranger
How can you hide the smile in your eye's corner?
Could it be that some joyous event
Shall happen in the spring of the year?

People say that spring makes one sleepy
But now they get up very early,
Busy preparing festival gifts,
Welcoming the spring's arrival

The branches have not yet turned green,
It's too early to change into clothes thin
But in the fertile lands of people's heart
The tender sprouts of spring are seen

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.