1.
Singing to the west wind is easy to break your heart, but the west wind may not be all desolate.
The continuous early winter rain last night blew away the sunshine and turned the ground yellow.
2.
The trees light up and the birds sing, and the breeze spreads through the golden forest.
Late autumn is not a dull color, because there is sunshine in my heart.
3.
It is an ordinary old tree, but it is not worth boasting that it is surrounded by green trees.
The autumn wind sends me a golden fur coat, why regret that spring comes without flowers?
Three metrical poems about ginkgo