We go on a spring outing
to the treasure place near
shan-shan green hills
We go up the hill where
swallows follow the west winds
and fly in air like waves
We see ducks in the pond
down below in the valley
sailing with their babies
chuckling loud in laughter
We see tourists in the
nearby peace garden clicking
camera shutters in hurry and heading
to the garden of orchids full of
spring flowers' fresh fragrance
Enchanted with nature, I sit down
on a bench near a fountain under
the cherry blossom tree and start
writing poems from noon till evening
when the moon shows up shining in the sky
And my wife shouts at me: listen, Luo
Stop writing your nature poems now
Or I will leave you forever
We have to go home soon
to feed the goats and milk the cows
without money you will starve
to death, eating all your poetry.