Old Calendar of “Spring Begins”
I stop drinking from my cup and wait for spring’s embraces
That come first with warm breeze and then spread to broad streets.
Satin ribbons are quickly cut to weave hair laces;
Lettuce can roughly be chosen to make spring treats.
Tell me not you have thousand rues when winter’s due;
Everything turns harmonious when the New Year comes.
Hereafter, I’ll gaze upon flowers and nice view,
And bring wind and moon into my poetic arms.