Green Yuan Ye leads me to modern poetry.

Holding the hand of spring breeze, I am coming to you;

Crisp snowmelt rivers, budding fields;

Poplar stretches branches and leaves, and cattle and sheep lick calves;

Painters and poets lingering in Yuan Ye ~

Kekdala, Kekdala

Who touches my heart, who loves nature, who is your bosom friend;

You let me know that the rendering is green;

You let me know that the grassland is rushing;

Walk through the charm of spring and usher in the prosperity of summer;

Colorful orchards, sand dunes with overlapping green waves;

Fields full of flowers are full of fragrant homes;

This is a sacred place blessed by Mother Nature ~

Kekdala, Kekdala

That loud serenade, singing that you are drunk, reverberates in the universe;

You gave me hope, the lookout of dune reservoir;

You give me strength, the memory of black fertile soil;

Walking into the richness of autumn, holding the fruit of Shen Dian;

There are golden fields everywhere, faded green shells;

Glittering and full grapes, welcome guests from all directions? ;

The joy of harvesting fruits, endless thoughts, and wandering in heaven; ?

Kekdala, Kekdala

You are like a green velvet umbrella, let people write colorful poems with colored pens? ;

On the day of harvesting autumn fruits, full dreams come true;

Walking into your diary, cool mood is collected in autumn? ;

Looking at the face of snowflake, give me a dream country;

Snow-covered land has become a playground for children;

Warm room, embracing guests and friends;

Kekdala, Kekdala

You are my favorite, my friend flying in the snow, praying for you;

You bring me the joy of life, and you brush away the dust of life for me;

Kekdala holds my heart, and you let me bathe in the sunshine of wisdom.

Grow sturdily in the soil of your knowledge.