Dawn (One Leaf of Emotion)

Yue Dan (Nanhai Flag Soldier Ai Yanyan)

Wait, wait, a patch of pale rosy light rises on the east side.

In the forest, the clear, crisp chirping of birds began; stars held their moons and slowly faded into the distance; the streams and rivers, even the tides, began to blend into a different kind of musical sound, no longer playing solo but harmonizing into a new joyful song.

Ah, it's dawn, a new day about to begin; no, in the night's quiet stillness, dawn, break of dawn, and hope have already been brewed; it's truly arrived.

On the east, from pale and rosy, to increasingly bright. It's thus that the outlines of the mountains gradually appear, and then the majesty of the peaks are seen; from the blurry scattering of villages to the clear, bright twinkling of individual pearls, they are cleverly arranged as decorations on the vast canvas; they are just right in embellishing and beautifying it.

On the path, on the street, in the park, people began to gather; cars began to shuttle; those exercising, those busy with business, those tending to other things – in short, everyone seemed to take advantage of this time to help out, all moving and acting naturally, each with their own pace, each moving forward, playing out a new day; 'One day's plan lies in the morning,' a new hope begins with dawn.

The sky is no longer shy like a little girl hiding her curtain; it's opened up, and everything is now completely clear; it's like opening a new play, inviting someone to come on stage and dance.

Ah, the hillside grass is green, the willows are gracefully curved, the lotus is gently swaying, it's all beautiful at this dawn; they are all so charming and elegant.

Many more flowers have bloomed in the garden; the roses, the camellias, and the peach, pear, and apricot trees – yesterday they were just clusters of buds, but now, in this morning, they are all blooming; red like a maiden's lips, white like her skin, purple and colorful like her makeup as she's waiting for her lover.

Listen, the birds in the forest are also chirping excitedly; butterflies, seemingly without warning, come to join the fun; the wind is gently blowing; the sunlight is like a spirited young man full of energy and joy; they seem to be shaking off the dew drops, sparkling like little pearls, on the tender tips of the leaves and petals.