When morning arrives in dusk and darkness,
Birds fly to circle and circulate the waterside,
As the wind drives away the thick and thin cloudiness,
The sunlight hangs over the pavilion at hillside.
Spring lushes and flourishes in the orchard fields,
On the trees, the pear blossoms\'re whitely bright,
As summer deepens in the waving fields,
The rice leaves grow green, quite.
On the mountains illuminated by the autumn moon,
Yellow chrysanthemums bloom profusely,
In the fields where the winter winds croon,
The green pines perfume, fragrantly.
This country, no matter how enemies try
To steal. How could their efforts succeed?
As the rain stops, the rainbow in the west of the sky,
It shines again, beautifully to lead.
(May, 8th, 2024, Kinsley Lee)