In the early morning,

the fog on the lake has not cleared.

Two boats were on the water,

The wooden paddle made waves,

Many waterfowl were startled,

The water left ripples in circles,

It dispersed, spread and rippled outward.

Facing the rising sun in the morning,

thousands of gold needles are thrown into the sparkling waves.

The mist is faint,

At the end of the lake,

There are many tall buildings,

The streets are sleepy,

The passing cars are watched,

The crowd is crowded,

It's bustling.

This is a great time since the beginning of spring.

The plan for the day lies in the morning,

The plan for the year lies in the spring,

When you roll up your sleeves and work hard,

A splendid tomorrow lies ahead.