Kapok

Winter is coming, spring,

Kapok,

You are here too.

The delicate rose has not yet opened,

Kapok,

You are already fragrant and charming.

On the branch,

Show your face.

Red, red,

It is the blood of your life.

Summer,

You have already withered.

But my heart is still in full bloom,

Kapok!

Fifth grade: Chen Yu