Text 《黃鸝》—徐志摩 :
一掠顏色飛上了樹。
 “ 看, 一只黃鸝! ”有人說。 
翹著尾尖, 它不作聲, 
艷異照亮了濃密—— 
像是春光, 火焰, 像是熱情。 
等候它唱, 我們靜著望, 
怕驚了它。 但它一展翅, 
沖破濃密, 化一朵彩雲; 
它飛了 , 不見了 , 沒了 —— 
像是春光, 火焰, 像是熱情。 
A Yellow Oriole — Xu Zhimo
A burst of color flits up a tree.
"Look, a yellow oriole!" Someone says.
Flicking its tail, it stays silent,
its beauty illuminating the canopy——
like the spring sunshine, like a blaze, like passion. 
We wait for its song, observing in silence
to not frighten it. But it spreads its wings,
and bursts through the canopy, dissolving into pastel clouds; 
it soared, it disappeared, vanished——
like the spring sunshine, like a blaze, like passion. 
 
                         
        