Traces of life with your gentle gaze, I thus feel blessed
As the lantern illuminates the fortune sign, Jiangnan is basking in the freshness of spring.
As footprints mark the arid desert dunes, a weary traveller leads his camels home.
As glittering light sparkles on the canal, I sense the golden Venetian summer.
As foliage adorns the lotus pond, thus arrive the colors of autumn.
As dusk mirrors upon its icy facade, and deep snow conceals the riverbanks, the piercing chill of winter is upon us.
Please do not be spare with your caring, as it is with your gentle gaze,
I thus feel blessed.
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