Netherlands wind, breezing, and breezing.

From west to the east, but instant steering,

From morning to night, and at weekend, in weekdays,

In the rain, with the snow, no matter what season it is.

It’s gently touching your cheeks, cooling when the sun shining,

It sweeps the withered leaves, dries the old rain, cleaning

All the way, even the terraces.

Downwind, you walk as flying; up it biking,

You suddenly stop motion, with your bike.

Nice as mother is, it

Blows grass green, letting lamb smile and cow milked;

Grows trees up, have Dutch sabot famous everywhere;

Spirits Dutchmen, facilitate themselves with the windmill.

Great Nature knows that,

Colorful is here: bright red, light yellow, purple, white and blue,

The same even on a pot of soil;

No residue, no rot: as harmony and strong as it is, through

This whole lands. 

In these lands

Flowers and blade seldom flattened, with such a blow;

Little boy-&-girls on slide-carrier never afraid,

Even in the custody of grow;

Nature makes good fortune with the quality!

Living here for a few years, I

Accustomed to the weather, gent but vigorous;

Seen the smartness within the human, capabilities;

Enjoying the white petals, no matter how thin, in the wind;

It is just yesterday,

Hear I that the wind howls, in a wink, and a wink,

Seems it that the balcony is also at a chatter,

Set me window views, nothing happen but the ship going and birds flying,

All is serene.

Went to Tai Chi on sunset, however,

What I saw was one of the flag-posts, upside down broken in the middle!

Oh, My! It is made of metal, and it is roundly made for strong sake,

Ah! Quality, quality, a little fail with it, make the post come to broken easily.