looking out the window,
birds flying freely in the sky,
flowers in the morning breeze,
and grass growing,
A big towering tree on the mountaintop,
it has slowly grown up,
it seems to be still a young tree,
yet it contains a trace of vigorous hope.
A soaring eagle in the wide blue sky,
feathers and wings growing increasingly strong,
and it seems to be still a young eagle,
yet it is bursting through the clouds,
with passionate madness.
Grass on the roadside,
breaking through the soil quietly,
it seems to be a little scared,
yet the feeling is mixed with,
an indomitable force.