Though a country be sundered, hills and rivers endure;
And spring comes green again to trees and grasses
Where petals have been shed like tears
And lonely birds have sung their grief.
...After the war-fires of three months,
One message from home is worth a ton of gold.
...I stroke my white hair. It has grown too thin
To hold the hairpins any more.


Spring is my favourite season:
I love when you look the view, and everything is green,
when the sky is blue
when branches of trees are all covered by flowers
when the air smells sweet
when the sun is becoming warmer
when in the top of the mountains there is only a bit of snow.



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thanks to all my watchers and friends


...sorry for the mistakes, as usual...