Here is a collection of poems by George Lee. For each poem, George has provided an explanation followed by English, Cantonese and spoken versions of the poem which you can listen to and recite.
Please enjoy.
Autumn
People express graveness when seeing withered flowers and fallen leaves. They failed to observe new life emerge and few flowers still blossom just because they are not plentiful. As seasons change according to the rules of nature, no need to mourn for leaves and blooms that died.
Winter falls advise
Withered leaves in mud, wild flowers bloom,
By broken boughs, new sprouts loom.
Align with nature, the seasons shift.
No grieve for falls, no spread gloom and doom.
Listen and recite in Cantonese
Cantonese pronunciation: Bei cau gin
Fu  yip  nai zung ye  far giu
Caan zi zak boun coeng  sun miu
Sei si  gang  tai  jing  tin  dou
Ho yung cing soeng   cou  muk  diu
Poem in memory of Master Ma
In memory of Master Ma teaching Taiji in the park
I am fortunate in this life to meet a great teacher,
Who resolves doubts and imparts the truth of martial wisdom.
By example and word, you guide my learning path,
Excelling in both arts and arms, honored in due time.
At dawn, the Kung Fu pavilion greets the morning light,
By night, the Yau Yat Tsue lingers beneath its quiet skies.
The past remains vivid, as if it were yesterday,
In the next life, I only wish to meet you once again.
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My study room
When reading books, I used to mark on the pages when I found good points, beautiful verses; sometimes, I put down my remarks. To do this, I must have my own books so I have bought quite a lot. I view my study room as my mini library. As books are always expensive and I cannot afford to buy them whenever I like, I go to libraries to borrow them.
As soon as I borrowed the books, I hurried back home and enjoyed them in my study room.
My study room pastime
To search for the best phrases and verses for my scripts.
I go to my loft where it is comfortable, quiet and has plenty of books.
Thoughts were oozing from my mind after reading sages’ articles.
Centuries of tales and history enriched my scripts.
Late at night, the clock and the signal made me drowsy.
The dim light casted my shadow onto the curtain.
I am tired, my sleepy head drops but my hands are still clutching the books.
Although I am old, I go after the books even in my dream.
(the original Cantonese version uses rhyme)
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Greedy Little Bee
The spring breeze carries deep thoughts,
Bees dance around the blooming flowers,
Visiting countless blossoms,
Greedily to savor the sweet red nectar.
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Cantonese pronunciation
In Cantonese pronunciation :
Chun fung gei yee loong
Feng mou jiu far cung
Fong pin maan. cin ceoi
Taam sheng zeoi   mat    hung
