微凉
The campus is full of spring trees,
Some hands under the trees, the wind’s I guess,
Scatter the light of thousands of spring beauties.
Petals stained with pink veins, bloom for us.
We sit among them, as if we were painted
By an Impressionist.
學校里,满园春树,
树下有些无形的手,我猜那是风的,
将数千春之美的光芒撩拨四散。
花瓣点缀着粉色脉络,竞相开放。
花朵拥簇下,我们仿佛
置身于一幅印象派画作之中。