Oh! How I like it, on a beautiful summer night,
When the streamer pours in the golden west,
Rest peacefully in the warm breeze.
Silver clouds.-Far, far away
All mean thoughts and take sweet probation.
Care since childhood; Through simple exploration,
A fragrant Yuan Ye, covered with the beauty of nature,
My soul deceives in happiness.
Patriotic knowledge warms my heart,
Meditate on Milton's fate-Sydney's coffin-
Until their grim form appeared in my mind:
Maybe on the wings of poetry,
Full often drops a delicious tear,
When some melodious sadness caught my eye.
Chinese version:
Oh, I like sunny summer evenings.
When the sunset glow pours thousands of golden lights to the west,
When the white clouds rest on the warm west wind,
How I wish I could leave it behind.
All humble thoughts, get rid of them for a while.
Small concerns can be seen everywhere.
Fragrant wild scenery, natural beauty,
Deceive my heart and make me happy for a moment.
I am willing to use my past patriotic deeds
Warm your heart and meditate on Sydney.
The cold corpse rack, Milton's fate,
Maybe I can fly with the wings of poetry,
Shed warm tears,
If loud sadness fascinates the eyes.