選自《趙基天詩集》 Every morning I open the window, Rays of spring sunlight burst in. Outside the windows wickers are

swinging

. In my heart, Why is there also light

rippling

? Why do the beams shoot in one by one? In the work of my whole day, A kind of inexplicable great power, In my chest,

growing

. Oh, the wickers leisurely waving in the

morning

, Why are you similar to my mood?