It's overcast,

It's raining,

I came to the window,

The light is dim.

The green willows are still green,

The rain is a gift from heaven,

Nourishes the earth.

A small orange tree was planted in May,

thriving

I wonder if I can grow up happily?

Little orange tree,

How fragile you are;

Little orange tree,

How short you are.

The winds of the north can blow you cold,

The soil in the north is also very hard.

Can you grow into a towering tree?

Can you bear fruit?

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