Written In March

The cock is crowing,

The stream is flowing,

The small birds twitter,

The lake doth glitter

The green field sleeps in the sun;

The oldest and youngest

Are at work with the strongest;

The cattle are grazing,

Their heads never raising;

There are forty feeding like one!

Like an army defeated

The snow hath retreated,

And now doth fare ill

On the top of the bare hill;

The plowboy is whooping—anon-anon:

There's joy in the mountains;

There's life in the fountains;

Small clouds are sailing,

Blue sky prevailing;

The rain is over and gone!

 

雄鸡啼叫，

溪水滔滔，

鸟雀声喧，

湖波闪闪，

绿野上一片阳光；

青壮老弱，

都忙农活；

吃草的群牛

总不抬头，

四十头姿势一样！

残雪像军队

节节败退，

退到山顶，

面临绝境；

耕田郎阵阵吆喝；

山中有欢愉，

泉中有生趣；

云朵轻飏，

碧空晴朗，

这一场春雨已过！