Ah! Gate, you are a kind and lovely loving mother, who caresses me every day to go in and out from here, leaving early and returning late.
Ah! Tree, you are like a tall and straight mountain, witnessing the movement of the sun, moon and stars in this valley, and it is stormy.
Ah! Telephone poles, you are like long-term sentries in a thousand-mile military camp, serving human beings day and night for nothing!