Spring awakes a wood,
In Autumn there will be a hundred red leaves ;
Ice is not yet melted in Summer,
After frosting we still hear sound of water.
Note: English is not my mother language. As a practice, this poem is translated from my poem in Chinese: 在苏木山上。 I hope the experts who master both English and Chinese to offer me some suggestions.
春苏一株木，秋来百叶红；
入夏冰未消，霜后闻水声。
September 29, 2019
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