pring Morning

Meng Haoran(Tang)

Into my slumber in spring steal beams of morning light,

And to my ears comes the chirping of birds all around.

Yet I listen to the sounds of winds and rain in the night,

wondering how many flowers have fallen down to the ground.

Comment

The unique poem starts with the singing of the birds, the blowing of wind, the pattering of rain and the falling of petals on a spring night; then by virtue of synesthesia the reader can visualize spring scenes after a windy and rainy night with their own imagination. It is a great joy to read the poem for its simple lucid style, and the ringing message-that another spring morning has arrived unnoticed and another cycle of life has finished, as is shown in the opening and falling of spring flowers. Thinking of spring that comes once a year, one cannot help feeling pathetic about the flight of time.