Eternal youth

Perhaps, on rainy days there are no stars; it is spring that gives me poetic eyes, letting the pear blossoms like snow clear the thoughts in my heart...\Stepping on the breeze, the mountain spring flows with song.\With my left hand, I trace your beauty with the marks of poetry, and with my right hand, I hold the most beautiful listening of youth. It turns out I have never been alone...\Until the fragrant grass and white clouds fill the view, the birdsong becomes a kind of wind chime!\Perhaps on rainy days there are no stars, the flowing fan idly brushes against love. Although your thoughts have light and shade, and my joy has sunshine and rain, this does not stop the fact that the Cowherd and Weaver Girl, separated by water, feel each other's emotions abundantly!\How I long for a passionate love, even if it streaks across the sky, in the aphorisms of youth it is called 'only by striving hard can one succeed!'\Even if there are no stars on rainy days, I still gaze at the sky,\Tears cannot flow; I am a happy poet, may darkness and sorrow quickly be carried away by the wind!\I want to use my heart as a pen, dreams as paper, to dance out the soul's most beautiful fragrance...