《橘》

遥遥斜阳似无明，
The setting sun far away seems like it has no light,
光覆高塔映孤寂。
The remaining rays covering a single tower reflects loneliness.
路路纵行人欲疾，
Traffic on every highway moves slow, but every individual desires speed,
唯恐热羹凉却矣。
Only because they’re afraid of hot soup (at home) turning cold.

A colour-themed poem next?