Colour of Wheat

過河逢麥色 寒暖北南殊

因憶尤教喜 入詩兼可圖

未成風擺浪 已自露貫珠

賴此青黃接 絕勝看綠蕪

Across the river spread the wheat’s pale hue;

how north and south in cold and warmth divide.

The thought returns with gently quickened joy,

a scene for verse, a picture for the eye.

Not yet it rolls in wind-born waves of green,

already dew lies strung like pearls along.

Where green meets gold in tender continuity,

such sight outshines the fields of solid green.