Tune: Courtyard Full of Fragrance
Impressions of Paris
By William He
Down the long and painted Louvre hall,
Mother of Love is transfixed to stone,
Precious treasure of the triple gem is breathing on.
The exquisite works of art,
Time's brutal hand could not mar.
The ascending sun with its reflection on Seine,
At the break of morn,
Highlights archaize caiques in a row.
A Gallic Oppidum,
Marvelous stones pile cologne cathedral,
Notre dame's big bell shatters silence.
On the Top of Eiffell at dusk,
Surrounded by stars in every sense,
Champs Elysees is all lighted up.
Dazzled mine eyes,
There is someone's glance, fraternal and sad.
Maurice Ravel goes the big finale,
Gazing at the triumphal archway,
People construe from periodic motifs.
Grumbling Airs de Touen-houang,
Mona Lisa's smile,
Still remain enigmas as yet.