From the far south.
Never get rid of the fatigue of long journey,
With your black wings,
Weave the lines of spring.
I used to think to the sky,
Imagine that there must be beautiful flowers on the white clouds.
I used to call the sea,
-Call her majestic noise.
But I,
More yearning for seven-color life,
Yearning for the magical and magnificent nature,
Yearning for the whispering poems you recite in the sky.
You are too light,
Like a feather floating in the sky;
You know very well,
Like a spring shining with waves;
That's very kind of you,
Like autumn bells jingling. ...
Oh, swallow it,
Would you like to tell me?
Among the reeds in the south,
Have you ever seen a 800-mile reed fly?
In the middle of this big river,
Have you ever seen a busy fisherman?
In the water,
By the Xizi Lake,
Have you seen it?
Sails float lightly, red-violet competes?
Oh, swallow it,
You're walking in an alley in the south of China.
You are the messenger of the south,
You are a star in the south,
You put melodious silk and bamboo on the river,
Take it to the north in spring.
Oh, swallow it,
You are the daughter of Northland,
You are the backbone of the north,
You put your simple and strong character,
Into your wings.
I look at you in the spring,
-watching you fly to the gorgeous glow;
I look at you in summer,
-watching you fly to the blue ocean;
I look at you in autumn,
-watching you fly to your hometown in the south;
I look at you in winter,
-Watching you come and go in a hurry,
Left me with infinite melancholy.
Oh, swallow it,
I want to give you one.
The purest flying snow outside the Great Wall,
Let the mail car of the north wind
Take away my youth dream.