Spring, how are you?

You know, since you told me your name, I have never been stingy. Today, in the Sunny Sun which is close to May, I hold it out gracefully, letting the long-lost coolness warm my heart. I am reluctant to use this word. In fact, it is not only to stop in your heart, but also

Go to the water, sit and watch the clouds rise

Go to the water, sit and watch the clouds rise

I am Brook/from the mountain/gurgling flow/gloomy green onion/spit to the sea/fish and birds together/morning light reminder/wisps of the sky/floating clouds/floating north and south west/No one knows/my whereabouts/Gently turning into/misty rain/Falling in/your heart. This is a poem “The words of water” written by Professor Liang Wenfu, a gifted scholar in Singapore. Every time I hear this