Baita,
Wearing a green belt,
Like bamboo shoots in spring,
Calling for fluffy clouds all over the sky.
This is a beautiful morning scene,
Dewdrops are hanging everywhere,
Like the eyes of countless children.
In the humid light,
Two clocks were reflected on the water.
The bell rang with the breeze.
In the pine forest where the clouds disappeared,
Echoed with the songs of woodpeckers working.
A vivid metaphor expresses a pure beauty, and the language that completely presents the image of the object allows us to enter the object itself. We saw green water, clouds and moving bands of light. Our sight changed with the shift until the woodpecker's song echoed and the language was full of surprises and love.