When a new tree breaks earth It must face up to all the elements of nature Big storms, howling winds, and so forth A tree may grow up and drop leaves and twigs around its roots This is called cultivation. A mature tree scatters seeds to nurture little trees Thus we see a grove here and there Even woods, and forest
It's never easy Calamity stays in the way of growth The world can be so cruel
I migrated to this town not long ago It's the best place for people of my own kind Maybe because the Huichin folks used to live here for thousand years Perhaps they were even a tribe of the ancient Huaxia in the East who, indeed, walked across the frozen plank of the Barring Sea They came and planted themselves here as a tree to cultivate a brand new world
Of course by now they have long been eliminated Still, I smell their leaves and twigs A marvelous scent blesses me I bask in good omen Thus this town agrees with me For that, I am thankful to the Huichin Tribe