Awakening Childhood

March rain washes the sky clean
The rice plants are growing up and blooming.
The remaining clouds linger lingering
The wind comes back and carries it away

March comes, the village is happy to celebrate
The three and seven chirped in the communal house yard.
I'm like rice - girl puberty
Fluttering, smiling...

Suddenly missing those three months ago
Cold rain makes me want to dig snails in the pond
Mother's patched shirt helps her earn a living
Skinny potato with pennywort instead of rice

Wandering through the months of March... Life has passed its worst
New rural construction, changing lives
Warm clothes, full meals, children go to school
Old and young, men and women, everyone's faces were radiant.

March - spring village festival season
The hundred-year-old cotton tree's flowers still light up the sky
March memories are like hot coals on fire
Every March comes, awakening my childhood...