Is it still the winter? Why I see flowers? Near and far, white blossoms are everywhere Anxiously, trees put them on all over Even no clouds dare to come out to compare Is it called winter? The water is so pure Blue, blue is the sky So is the river The river is decorated by a few pieces of ice Reeds on the shore are busy showing off their new gears A little cool breeze does not make me feel cold It only reminds me wonders of the winter
