Spring Picnic in Chuan!
Row a small boat
on the shimmering water
a free wandering
the reeds coming before
the yellow hasn't faded
new green has climbed to the top
look as far as the eye can see
bare mountains
began to sprout with green
diligent gardeners
still caring for it with all their heart
green mountains and clear water
is our common wish
mischievous wind
pushing our boat
sometimes forward, sometimes backward
sometimes swirling whirlpools
the feeling of drifting with the current
it's surprisingly refreshing
in the northern spring wind
still no lotus ponds with umbrellas
nurturing the hope of a rich harvest
in the near future
endless green lotus leaves
reflecting the vibrant lotus flowers
dressing Chuan in a beautiful robe
in this land of the Book of Songs
in this foundation of love
in the ripples of the water, in the gentle breeze
my soul ascends to the pure sky, ascending
