微涼

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，滿園春樹，

樹下有些無形的手，我猜那是風的，

將數千春之美的光芒撩撥四散。

花瓣點綴著粉色脈絡，競相開放。

花朵擁簇下，我們仿佛

置身于一幅印象派畫作之中。