Poetry translation:
No gold can be preserved for many years.
The first green of nature is gold, and the first new green of nature is gold.
Her most difficult hue to grasp. It is also the color that she can't keep.
Her early leaf was a flower; Her first leaf is like a flower;
But only for one hour. However, it can only last for a moment.
Then the leaves fade, and then the new leaves like flowers degenerate into old leaves.
So Eden fell into grief. Because the Garden of Eden was in sorrow,
So day by day passed, and the dawn continued to shake the day.
There is no gold left. Precious things like gold are hard to keep.
Appreciation of Poetry: This poem reveals the philosophy that all truth, goodness and beauty will eventually disappear. It also uses unique technology to show seasonal changes. I've been thinking about it for hours, but it's not necessarily good. Everything is fleeting, and the floating world is only as prosperous as a pill.