Interesting rhyming poem.

White poplar in birch forest

The flower season is coming, let the flocks fly against the wind.

Sun-moon conversion

Wait until the rainy season rages.

But I can't fly out of the shadow of birch leaves

I am a poplar.

Standing on the edge of the desert, searching endlessly.

Leave the birch forest

One day, we must learn to stand firm and strive for self-improvement

Endless growth

Endless emptiness

When can I see Yang Shulin?

Bloom on your eyelashes on the cool earth.

Look at this green and bright world.

From one place to another.

Always the same and different.

Don't expect to wander

Always wandering

Never back down's stubbornness on his high horse

Looking for beautiful springs rippling in the desert.