To Wuhan - Xiao Shui / 肖 水
The South is sinking, and the great river like / an electric current crossing in surge // The mud on lotus is sliding down the ladder / The shards of moonlight clinging to the rice paddies /
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The Song of Historical Beauties - Zhai Yongming / 翟永明
Sitting in a tea garden with a friend one day / Our talk turned to Kaiyuan and Tianbao / That gilded age / Those days of chaos and strife /
From Akhmatova's Window - Wang Jiaxin / 王家新
In Petersburg, / the Akhmatova museum, / fourth floor of "The Fountain House". / As if passing Hell's fourth circle halfway down, / I behold the dark grove beyond the window, / in its trees a half-hidden Siren, /
Autumn of the Homeland - Cao Yuxiang / 曹宇翔
Today, you walk into the square of the autumn / It is deep autumn, turning cold, with chrysanthemums blossoming / The wind conveys four dark-blue lakes into the sky / In the sky slowly moves the fleet of shining clouds / In the sky wild geese row their wings of the season /
Charcoal - Ji Zhenbang / 季振邦
After keeping warm / Someone has put out the bonfire / A pale smoke lingers / Some white ashes remain / Left behind is a stub of unburned branch / A charred piece of wood / Which the burning has created /
Teardrop at the Columbia Icefields - Tian Yongchang / 田永昌
Do you see / The blue lake at the ice field in the front / Where snowy mountains stand still upside down / Where snowy cedar trees stand still upside down /
The Starry Sky - Huang Lihai / 黄礼孩
The clarinet of autumn / ever more complex / Pauses and bridges bring / angels, Satan alike / into a dream /