Peony
Wang Qun
Born in the Yangtze River and Yellow River Basin,
The silent opening and falling in the mountains and hills;
Who will find you and transplant you,
Like a color paste into the water, it smudged half of China.
The kingdom of poetry has your noble manners,
The picture scroll is full of your splendid appearance.
Flourished under the change of dynasties, changing thousands of species;
In the culture of each other, red and white
The peak of the building, the red makeup of the delphinium is you;
The red dragon is radiant, and the white crane lying in the snow is you;
Taizhen crown, red outside the sky, and a product of ten thousand flowers is also you.
Hundreds of names have exhausted the most beautiful words.
Has history given you too many titles?
Thus ignoring the fact that you are a flower.
Perhaps, a flower just wants to open itself.
In May, in Heze,
In just twenty days of flowering,
You use red, white, pink makeup;
With enthusiasm, fulfillment, generous pay.
Facing tourists, stepping on the land, unrestrained towards the world.
This is the season of life, and it is glorious to be defeated.
This is the land of freedom, born from the dead.