"Spring isalways like what it used to be."

“春总是象以前一样。” 

Said an oldChinese man.

一位中国老汉说。 

Rain hissed downthe windows.

雨水嘶嘶淋窗。 

Longings from agreat distance.

从一个遥远的距离渴望。 

Reached us.

抵达我们。