The March harvest is over.

The sky has just stopped drizzling rain.
Golden rays of sunlight gently sprinkle the space
Winter rice is at its peak.
The stork spreads its wings to touch the folk song…
Dewdrops and Peach Petals
Still fondling the sweet scent of spring
March tells the story of Ban
Pure white lemon and grapefruit flowers in the backyard
Purple xoan branches all color
The red cotton tree dyes the foot of the bridge wistfully
The temple yard is covered with layers of old moss.
Agarwood incense wafts, the bell rings to purify the heart
She sat calculating and measuring.
It's over, the famine in March is over.
Suddenly heard the wind blowing in the yard
New or touching distant memories echo back.