In March, it is the season of magnolia.
The purples, which are in bud,
The purples are a little jealousy and envy, jealous and envying
I want to pick a few flowers.
In March, it is the season of magnolia.
The jade-whites, which are in bloom,
The jade-whites are a bit like set on the tree,
Just like a few jade carvings.
In March, it is the season of magnolia.
The pinks, which are beautifully dressed,
The pinks have a little love ripples,
Just like the fairies hiding.
In March, it is also the season of game.
The girl on the roller skates, dancing, and sliding,
Her father follows beside.
In March, it is also the season of learning.
The boy's lying on the chair, languid and lazy, listening to reading,
His father reads aloud attentively.
Ah March, it is a happy season.
(Mar.25,2012)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem