Dora Goodale 北辰

“Summer is coming！” the soft breezes （微風(fēng)） whisper;

“Summer is coming！” the glad birdies sing.

Summer is coming！ — I hear her quick footsteps （腳步）;

Take your last look at the beautiful Spring.

Lightly she steps from her throne in the woodlands （林地）;

Summer is coming！ — I hear the glad echo;

Clearly she rings over the mountain and plain.

Sorrowful （悲傷的） Spring leaves the beautiful woodlands，

Bright， happy Summer begins her sweet reign （王朝）.