Dora Goodale 北辰
“Summer is coming!” the soft breezes (微风) whisper;
“Summer is coming!” the glad birdies sing.
Summer is coming! — I hear her quick footsteps (脚步);
Take your last look at the beautiful Spring.
Lightly she steps from her throne in the woodlands (林地);
Summer is coming! — I hear the glad echo;
Clearly she rings over the mountain and plain.
Sorrowful (悲傷的) Spring leaves the beautiful woodlands,
Bright, happy Summer begins her sweet reign (王朝).