Golden and solemn sunflowers,
Open the flowers to the sun.
The sun projects colored arrows into the sky.
Her quiet and soft corolla.
She has the noble character of a soldier,
She laughed at the sleeping grass in the dark.
At night, the wind and rain knocked off her petals,
In the morning, she still faces the sun.
(revised in April 1943)
Source: Selected Poems of Wang Yaping, Writers Publishing House, 1954.