In spring, the cherry blossoms are like snow, gently falling,
In the warm sun, everything comes back to life.
I hear the sound of melting snow and ice,
It is the call of Mother Earth, the rhythm of life.
The summer sun, golden and blazing,
照耀着田野,mature 了庄earn。
I feel the weight of sweat dripping down,
It is the toil given by nature and the foretaste of harvest.
The autumn wind rises, the harvest season, the fruit is abundant,
Fallen leaves paved the path, a golden yellow.
I touch the traces of time, feel the flow of time,
It is a gift of nature and the precipitation of years.
The winter night falls, and the snow covers the land,
In silence, the world sleeps, waiting for a new life.
I gazed at the silver white, felt the cold embrace,
It is the quiet beauty of nature and the waiting of life.
The four seasons are reincarnated, and each season has its language,
In the blossoming and falling of flowers, I learned to listen.
The beauty of nature is the most beautiful poem,
In each succession, the story of life is told.
I stand on this land, looking up at the stars,
Feel the breath of nature and be with the world.
I would like to be a messenger of environmental protection and pass on the concept of green.
In each poem, people are called upon to cherish this one and only homeland.
Let's take action for the future of our planet,
In every little action, sow hope.
Let's protect this blue sky and green land,
In the Psalms of the Seasons, draw a better tomorrow together.
