In a cold century,
I hid in brown land,
Like a silent little fish,
Diving under the green ocean.
Fish come and go freely in the sea,
I lay in my mother's arms:
Let the water moisten the iron body,
Let the dream grow in my heart.
Dream companion with my sweet sigh,
The roots help me suck gently,
In order to break through the pressure of the soil layer,
I save my strength bit by bit.
I miss the bright sunshine,
I miss the vast land,
I think they miss me too,
So: it began to rain acacia. ...
I will grow two green leaves,
To greet the whispers of the spring breeze;
I slowly stretched my waist,
So as to slowly crush the jealousy of ice and snow.
Then I will have bright flowers,
Every petal is tender and childish;
Bees will fly around me tirelessly,
Said I was more beautiful than anything in the world.
I want to believe its oath,
Indulge in its busy promises,
I love with all my heart,
Brew life into honey of golden dawn.
The wind will shake my fruit,
Send it to another place.
So I fell into my mother's arms,
And believe that next spring will be better.
Verses 7 ~ 8: express the seed's thoughts of missing sunshine and welcoming spring with anthropomorphic writing: give your selfless love and sincere feelings to bees and bear fruit. The description of this process also shows the poet's desire to face difficulties bravely and imagine the future.
The last sentence of the poem: "It will be more beautiful next spring" points out the theme of the poem and expresses his longing for a better life and hope for a new life in the motherland.