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                   宋德利

春读

双眸倦矣，

哪堪久读？

书逾百行，

浮云蔽目。

掩卷支颐，

忽觉雨声住。

蓦推窗，

满眼绿得心惊抖。

是春绿了叶，

还是叶绿了春？

高瞻远眺寻答案，

依稀似在心头。

Reading in spring

My eyes got too tired

Too read anymore.

After reading over a hundred lines,

It seems to have clouds covering my eyes.

Supporting my lower jaw with my hand,

Suddenly I felt the rain stopped.

Opening the window abruptly,

I surprisingly found everything green before my eyes.

Is it that leaves have greened spring

Or spring has greened leaves?

Looking up and far to search answers,

I feel they seem to be just at my heart.

春雪

无心，无心，

奋力苦争春。

冬已尽，

偏效梨花报芳音。

漫天寂寂参差舞，

落地悄悄细无痕。

岂不是，

空费了美姿，

枉断了香魂？

无悔，无悔，

有一分活力，

就要学

三月花、四月云、五月雨。

纵不能忝入繁花之列，

也要像

甜甜雨丝润大地。

待来日，

对山花，

向野草，

赏千番美景，

抒万般佳绪，

心不惭，

意不愧。

Spring snow

Careless, careless,

Do best to struggle painstakingly in spring.

Winter has ended up,

You should imitate the pear flower to give out fragrance

After lonely dancing in the air,

You fall onto the earth quietly without signs.

Is it that

You waste a graceful posture in vain

And die fruitless?

Have no regrets, no regrets.

So long as having some energy left,

I’ll learn from

Flowers in March, cloud in April and rain in May.

Even if I cannot be listed among variegated flowers,

I’ll still moisten the fields

Like sweet rain threads,

So as in future,

Facing the mountain flowers

And green grass,

I can appreciate beautiful sceneries

And express my happy feelings

Without being ashamed

For anything.

雨中吟

淅淅沥沥，

朦朦迷迷。

烟花雾树，

遮断溪边路。

小伞一把撑天地，

不忍看冷雨闭合欢。

也罢，也罢。

听雨，吟诗；

吟诗，听雨。

无奈，无奈，

理不顺的相思情，

走不完的望乡路。

雨太沉，

心太重。

Recite in the rain

Pattering n pattering,

I’s dim n hazy.

Flowers in smoke n trees in mist

Cover the path along the stream.

I support a world with a little umbrella,

Lest I should see cold rain shut silk-tree flowers. 

OK, Ok,

Listen to the rain, recite poems;

Recite poems, listen to the rain.

No choice, no choice,

I cannot help missing you;

Home sickness makes me a long way to go.

The rain is too weighty;

My heart is too heavy.

画趣

冬日莲花夏日梅，

握定彩笔，

偏将时序逆。

时序逆，

何足奇？

物我随心两相宜。

两相宜，

添情趣，

乐在其中心欢娱。

赏莲隆冬日，

如翠塘听雨，

淅淅沥沥地滴。

观梅酷暑天，

似香山望雪，

纷纷扬扬地飞。

莫怪人间情乖戾，

休叹身边景枯寂。

搜情觅景凭自己，

得来情致才独具。

岁华瞬息，

白驹过隙，

时不我待须珍惜。

劝君学我挥彩笔，

奇情妙景亲手绘，

乐无极。

Painting interest

Lotus is in winter; plum is in summer.

Firmly holding colorful brush,

I paint against time order.

Against time order,

Not worth feeling strange.

Letting things follow my own way is proper to both of us.

Proper to both of us,

It adds pleasure;

It makes me delighted.

Appreciating lotus in winter

Is like listening to the rain at a green pool

With raindrops pattering n pattering.

Appreciating plum in summer

Is like watching snow in Xiangshan Mountain

With snowflakes dancing n dancing.

Don’t complain our people are too cold-hearted;

Don’t feel sorry for the boring scenery beside us.

It depends on our own to find beautiful scenery;

Only the one abstained thru our efforts is excellent.

How time flies!

It’s just like an arrow.

Time waiting for no man, we must cherish it.

You’d better follow me to pick up a colorful brush.

Painting excellent pictures with our hand is

Extremely happy.

思

(上)

老来木讷口舌笨，

讲不出思儿，

才更思儿。

只思得，

身如秋叶摇，

心如恶鼠咬，

气如残雾飘。

千金不换思儿梦，

梦天涯游子常把好运交。

思儿何时最？

病痛时，

卧床时，

月满时，

逢节时，

风时雨时，

忙时闲时，

谁说得清到底是几时？

(下)

一片梧叶一片秋，

一滴凉雨一滴愁。

万千思绪何来由？

香茶无心品，

佳肴不想沾；

吃糖也苦，

吃盐也淡。

闭目养神和衣卧，

看你还烦不烦？

一更二更三更尽，

辗转反侧难入梦。

入梦也辛苦，

唏嘘添凄楚。

别来诸多事，

隐隐如潮涌。

牵肠触绪，

都只为，

高堂二老，

总在心头。

Missing

Getting aged, I’m slow of tongue n clumsy of utterance;

Unable to say I miss my son;

I miss you ever more keenly.

I miss you so much that

My body is like an autumn leave swaying,

My heart is like being rat-bitten,

My breath is like misty fog.

My son-missing dream cannot be exchanged

With a thousand pounds of gold. 

I saw in my dream that my travelling son got a good luck.

When to miss my son most keenly?

In times of sickness,

In times of lying in bed,

In times when the moon is full,

In times of holidays,

In times of wind n rain,

In times when busy or free,

Who could say clearly which one is the proper time?

A piece of plane-tree-leave is a piece of autumn,

A cold train-drop is a drop of sadness.

Where does the feeling of sadness come from?

Not in the mood for tasting fragrant tea,

Don’t want to touch delicious food;

Eat sugar, but it’s bitter,

Eat salt, but it’s not salty.

Close my eyes and take my ease, sleep with my clothes on,

To see whether I still feel restless?

First, second n third watches passed,

Tossing about in bed, I can hardly enter my dream.

It’s still miserable even if I can.

Heaving sighs adds pain to me.

So many things have happened since separating;

They’re secretly moving like tides.

I feel constant anxiety,

Only because

My aged parents

Always live in my heart.

蝶

冲破庄周梦，

方觉乾坤奇。

敢效鲲鹏，

怒展垂天翼。

寻寻觅觅，

乘风驾浪到泽西，

捎来故园春消息。

恳乞梁祝魂，

借得七彩翼。

天高日远，

超然红尘外。

翩翩款款，

万里迢迢到花旗，

问我归期未有期。

注：

1．泽西，美国的新泽西州。

2．庄周梦和梁祝魂，分别指庄子梦中化蝶，以及

   梁山伯与祝英台死后化蝶的传。

Butterfly

Only after breaking thru Zhuang Zhou’s dream,

Did she feel the universal is so wonderful!

Daring to learn from rocs,

She widely spread her wings.

Searching and searching,

Riding the winds, she’s come to N.J.

With the news of spring of my hometown.

After sincerely requesting Liang n Zhu,

She borrowed colorful wings from them.

Under the high heaven n the distant sun,

She’s detached herself from the human world.

Gracefully and pleasantly,

After flying from afar, she’s come to U.S.

Asking me if I’ve fixed my time to go home.

Note:

1．N.J. is New Jersey, a state of the America.

2．Zhuang Zhou and Liang and Zhu are figures in Chinese fairy tale. Zhuang’s dream is about the tale that Zhuang Zhou turned into a butterfly in him dream. The story about Liang Shanbo and Zhu Yingtai is that Liang and his girl friend Zhu turned into a pair of butterflies after death.

银星海棠

斑斑点点的叶，

那是繁星密布的夜空。

饱蘸无限的深邃，

铸就永恒的生命。

色如滴血的花，

化作心中的明灯。

用永不熄灭的光焰，

装点多彩多姿的人生。

Silver-star begonia

Each leave with dots

Is a sky filled with stars.

Soaked through in boundless depth,

It has casted the ever lasting life.

Each flower in blood-red has turned

Into a bright lamp at heart

Which light is used to

Decorate the colorful life.

仙客来

冬仍睡，春已醒。圣诞、元旦、春节，如龙须串珠，接迎不暇。

更街市厅堂，花团锦簇，赏人心，悦人目。然令我怦然心动，

追忆无穷者，莫甚于风姿绰约的仙客来。

龙蛇嬗替，

天涯梦醒。

良天美景，

佳庆频仍。

有仙客沓来纷至，

得无乐融融？

纵幽幽南山犹披雪，

闹市早已胭脂浓。

忆少年，

徒汗颜。

羡君曾把彩笔弄，

风华意气何从容！

惜只惜，

狂心一片空幼稚，

香韵依约看未清。

画衣画面难画骨，

得来貌似神不同。

羞，

你欲笑还止；

愧，

我欲言不能。

几度春消万里客，

流水西东又相逢。

凝眸，

细辩。

十分春色七分情，

骄花宠柳不似侬。 

注：

写此诗时，正值龙年将去，蛇年在望之际。是谓

“龙蛇嬗替”。

Cyclamen

Winter is still sleeping but spring has already waked. Christmas, New Year’s Day and Spring Festival are coming like a string of pears strung together with a dragon feeler. Flowers have come into bloom both indoor and outdoor. They please my mind and eyes. But the one which makes my heart leap most rapidly and makes me recall my own stories is no other than the elegant cyclamen.

Having exchanged places with each other,

Dragon and snake have come out of their remotest dreams.

On fine days with nice scenes of prosperity,

Happily holidays have come constantly.

Having good friends visiting us,

Isn’t it a pleasure?

The elegant southern mountain is still snow-topped,

But the downtown has already been decorated with red flowers.

Recalling my childhood,

I feel quite ashamed.

Admiring you, I once painted you in pictures with colored brushes,

In my prime n on my mettle, how free and easy I was!

But it was a pity,

I was too childish n arrogant

To clearly see your true beauty.

It’s easy to paint clothes n face, but difficult to paint bones.

I only made the appearance similar to yours except for the spirit.

I felt shy,

You wanted to laugh but stopped;

I felt ashamed

N wanted to say but couldn’t.

So many years have passed I’m still an oversea visitor.

But we met again though we’re separated with each other

Like two rivers, one flows eastward, the other westward.

Look at you

Closely.

The spring scenery includes seventy percent of feelings.

The arrogant flowers and spoiled willow are not like you.

Note:

I wrote this poem just at the time when the dragon year would pass and the snake year would come. So I say: Having exchanged places with each other.

风铃

不甘寂寞，

远离孤独。

有风自八方来，

不亦乐乎！

抓定屋檐何所求？

一点风儿可可。

微风徐来，

如凤鸟啄玉；

疾风摇曳，

若荷塘落雨。

冷风带雪冻不哑，

热风挟电歌正酣。

谁听那，

怕热的昏鸦噪，

畏寒的哀雁嚎。

怕只怕，

能言的碧池紫燕心儿妒，

善唱的翠柳黄鹂面儿羞。

休休休，

罢罢罢。

万千顾虑都扔下，

欢歌畅舞才潇洒，

快把风儿迓。

Aeolian bell

Unwillingly to be lonely,

Far from isolation.

Wind comes from all directions;

Isn’t it a great pleasure?

What do I ask for while firmly grasping the eave?

A little bit wind is enough.

A breeze comes slowly,

I’m like a phoenix pecking jade;

A strong wind tosses,

I’m like rain drops falling into a lotus pond.

Frozen by cold wind with snow I refuse to be mute.

Blown by hot wind and lightening I’m singing happily.

Who is willing to listen to

The heat-frightened crows crowing

And the cold-scared wild geese crying?

I’m afraid

The eloquent swallows are jealous at the ponds

And the singing-infatuated orioles are shy in willows.

No, no, no,

No again.

Cast aside all worries,

Let me happily sing and freely dance

And welcome the wind.

清明

山花点火，

岸柳生烟。

东风逗纤草，

西冈春正酣。

转眼，

惊诧！

密匝匝，

碑林墓海无边涯；

杳冥冥，

聋哑世界乾坤大。

销得了生前是非恩怨，

容得下身后千军万马。

玉石并陈，

凡圣合居，

去者谁忌？

凤雀同飞，

龙蛇混杂，

生者怕怕。

忙不迭，

费规划。

碑，

自家立；

名，

自家雕。

细思量：

石上芳名几人晓？

纸上清名天下飘。

名利流烟，

富贵虚花。

春来自有春归处，

莫为它太牵挂，

爱归哪答归哪答。

Clear and Bright

Mountain flowers are in full bloom;

Willows at the river bank look like smoke.

The east wind is playing with tender grass

And spring scenes are flourishing in the west hill.

Turning over,

I’m astonished!

Layer after layer,

There’s a boundless sea of tombs;

Deadly quiet,

What a large deaf-mute world!

Right or wrong, love or enmity, all former things could be removed here;

Millions of horses and soldiers could be accommodated.

Jade and stone are put together,

Ordinary people and saints live together,

Dead people don’t care about it.

Phoenix and sparrows fly together,

Dragon and snakes live together,

People alive are scare about it.

They’re busy with

Making plans.

Tombstones,

They make by themselves;

Names,

They cut with their own hands.

Think this carefully:

How many people know the names cut on stones?

Only the names written on papers are well known far and wide.

Fame and gain are flowing smoke;

Riches and honors are false flowers.

The coming spring must have its proper place to go;

It’s unnecessary to worry about it.

Just let it go where it likes.

秋夜

似圆非圆的月，

若冷非冷的光；

朦朦胧胧的意境，

总有几分凄凉。

将落未落的月，

半明半暗的光；

迷迷茫茫的梦境，

总有几分惆怅。

最是?娥知人意，

遣来风儿传教诲:

人生苦短，

岂容彷徨？

精神重抖，

方为正纲。

团团??的月，

辉辉煌煌的光；

跃跃欲试的心境，

多了几分希望。

Autumn night

The moon seems round, yet it doesn’t;

The light appears cold, yet it doesn’t.

In the dim atmosphere,

There is always somewhat a sense of loneliness.

The moon will disappear, but not yet;

The light is half bright and half gloomy.

In the confused dream,

There is always somewhat a feeling of sadness.

Chang E is the one who is most considerate of others;

She has sent the wind to come here passing on her teaching:

Our lives are too short.

How can we afford to hesitate?

Brace up again!

This is the only right thing to do.

The moon is so round;

The light is so brilliant.

Itching to have a go,

I feel much more hopeful.

暖冬

入冬见迎春花半开，忽动环保之兴，故而喜忧参半。

喜的是一叶知秋，半花识春。忧的是地球变暖，并非

好事一桩。

秋往冬来，

浑沌之际，

五洲四海云水暖，

乱了节气。

丹枫已退，

白雪当出。

却怎奈，

溪瘦篱疏，

金盏笑靥娟娟秀，

羞答答早早地露。

问不温不冷，

乌乌秃秃的风，

吹自西，

吹自东？

缘何不遣瑞雪，

先送迎春？

是花认错了季，

还是季开错了花？

Warm winter

Winter has just come. But I already saw half flower was in bloom. This reminded me of the problem of environmental protection. I’m therefore half happy half anxious. I’m happy because one can know autumn thru a leave and know spring thru half flower. And I’m anxious because our globe has become warmer, which is not necessarily a good thing.

Autumn has gong and winter has come,

It’s just the time of confusion.

With the cloud and water being warm all corners of the world,

The solar terms are confused.

Red maple leaves have left,

And white snow should come.

But nothing can be done

With the golden cup and smiling face

Shyly appearing so soon

By the stream bank and at the thin fence.

The wind is neither warm nor cold.

I’d like to ask: where are you from?

From the west

Or from the east?

Why don’t you send out snow

But make winter jasmine to blossom instead?

Is it that the flower was failed to tell the season

Or the season was failed to tell flower?

暮春

青山霁后云犹在，

虹断烟残。

风乍起，

漫天樱花散。

小桥北，

小桥南，

红楼绿阁三五间。

门紧闭，

无人迹，

落英凭谁惜？

子规声声啼。

Later spring

After rain, clouds are still covering de mount;

De broken rainbow is hiding behind de remaining mist.

A wind is starting;

Cherry flowers are spread over d sky.

In de north of de little bridge,

Or in de south of de little bridge,

There’re several red or green houses.

De doors are firmly closed;

No one can be seen.

Who’s willing to take pity on d falling flowers?

Only the cuckoos are cawing.

送凉

不减春衫因夏爽，

早晚有些凉意。

更细雨蒙蒙，

享不尽余凉剩冷。

传故国七月流火，

高温持续。

日如烤，

夜如炙，

怎生得了？

梦里送凉凉不到，

滞留在花旗山水间。

我欲因之化云马，

疾驰东去。

遮炎炎日，

化凉凉雨，

把个热字消。

注：花旗，美国的别称。

Sending coolness

I don’t take off spring wears;

It’s still a bit chilly in morn or eve.

Moreover, a misty shower

Has given me coolness more than enough.

People say it’s extremely hot in my motherland in July;

Hot weather goes on uninterrupted.

It looks like to toast in daytime;

It looks like to burn at night.

Where will it at end?

I try to send coolness in dream but failed;

The coolness has been detained in US.

I’d like to turn into a cloud horse

And run rapidly to de east.

By covering de scorching sun

N turning myself into de cold rain,

I’m going to eliminate the blazing heat.

月

团团圆圆，

绰绰约约。

乐不成言，

喜还生怯。

笑吟吟，

普照中秋夜。

慷慷慨慨，

把日边借来的光儿，

一股脑地泻。

泻泻泻，

泻向人间情真切，

圣无邪。

圣无邪，

碧空万里烟尘绝。

岂管它，

闲风多事，

拥云驱雾，

将淡淡浓浓的雨儿挟？

Moon

Round n full,

Bright n graceful,

U’r too happy to speak;

Pleasantly but shyly,

U smile pleasantly.

Illuminatin’ all over at night in Moon Festival,

Generously

U’r spreadin’ the light which borrowed from d sun.

D light looks like water pouring down.

Pouring down constantly

On d earth wid sincere feelings,

U’r holey n pure with nothing evil.

Holey n pure with nothing evil,

U’ve purified the vast sky wid no dust at all.

Who cares

About de meddlesome wind?

Just let it push de clouds n order de mist

N force de rain to pour down lightly or heavily.

伞

阳光明媚的日子里，

你默然等待在屋角。

一旦风云突变，

你挺身而出毫不犹豫，

遮风避雨不遗余力，

为他人撑起一片安宁的天地。

可待到风休雨住，

是否还有人将你挂记？

Umbrella

In fine days,

U’re quietly waiting in a corner of the room.

Once it turns overcast,

U step forward boldly without the least hesitation

N spare no efforts to keep out the mighty storm.

By doing so, you prop up a peaceful world.

Yet after the storm

Whether there is anyone who can still have you at heart?

扇

小扇玲珑一首诗，

千读百诵无厌时。

饱含翠竹临风的韵律，

满带清泉出山的风采。

摆一摆习习凉风扑面，

摇一摇朗朗诗情满怀。

我念小扇扇念我，

世态炎凉总关情。

不因花落伤春空叹息，

不为霜起悲秋泪轻弹。

摇一摇拂去如烟的昨日，

摆一摆迎来似锦的明天。

Fan

The little fan is dainty as a poem

Which can be read thousand times without disgusting anyone.

It not only has metres as de green bamboo swaying in a breeze

But also wears a graceful bearing

As d clear spring coming out of d mountains.

Waving it, I feel that a cool breeze wafting toward my face;

Shaking it, I sense d feelings of poem reading.

I have d little fan at heart n d little fan has me at heart, too.

We show deep concern for each other

In spite of d fickleness of human relations.

Do not vainly heave a sigh because of grieving

Over d falling flowers in d passing spring;

Do not let tears stream down because of feeling sad

With appearance of frost n advent of autumn.

Shaking n shaking, d smoke-like yesterday can be whisk away;

Waving n waving, let’s welcome d brocade-like tomorrow.

红叶

天外刮来一阵秋风，

吹红满眼山崖树，

一丛，两丛。

忙里偷闲携侣去登山，

披摘来红叶，一片，两片。

红叶一片，

红云一团，

喜滋滋捧在手里，

乐融融浮想联翩。

我就是一片红叶，

我就是一团红云。

呼啦啦两脚生风身腾跃，

远迢迢东飞落入家乡红叶林。

Red leaves

An autumn wind came down from nowhere in de sky.

It blew the leaves red at d cliffs,

One clump, and two clumps. in-climbing with my friends.

I picked de red leaves, one piece, n two pieces.

A red leave

Is a red cloud.

Squeezing a few moments from my busy life,

I went mount-climbing.

Happily I held them in hand;

Delightedly I indulged myself in free association.

I am a red leave

N I am a red cloud.

Whistling under my feet, a wind came suddenly

N raised me into the air.

It helped me fly a flight eastward

So that I got into d red leave groves in my native place.

虹

雷乍停，

雨方息，

山风习习犹未毕，

吹开野花香满地，

撒入云天化虹霓。

虹弯弯，

霓曲曲，

一头系中国，

一头连花旗，

我与母亲两地心，

紧紧锁一起。

Rainbow

The thunder has just stopped;

The rain has just ceased.

But d mount wind has not ended.

It helps the wild flowers burst into full bloom.

With charming fragrance, they’re scattered into d sky

So as to turn into a gorgeous rainbow.

Crooked

N curved,

The rainbow has one end joining China,

N d other connected with d America.

The two hearts in two separated places,

Mine and my mother’s are closely linked up with each other. 

山花

色如雪，

状如杯，

清晨接露水。

露满花，

酒满杯，

看一看人迷，

闻一闻心醉。

披彩霞，

摘一朵，

屏息放心窝；

翘首向东心欢喜，

高举过双眉。

Mountain flowers

White as snow,

Shaped as cup,

It collects dew in d morn.

Dew fills the flower

N wine fills the cup.

Looking at it, I am fascinated;

Smelling it, I am drunk.

Bathed in colorful glow

I pick a flower,

Put it at my heart

N raise my head.

Looking eastward and holding my breath,

I lift the cup highly above my head.

落花

如了春风春雨的愿，

遂了赏花人的意，

悄然而落碾作泥。

碾作泥，

何足惜？

来自大地，

回归大地。

待到来年赏花季，

重上枝头，

再传播春的信息。

Falling flower

Having made spring wind n spring rain fulfill their wish,

Having helped flower-appreciating persons achieve their aspiration,

U quietly fell down n was crushed into mud.

Being crushed into mud,

How can it be worth being considered as a pity?

Come from the earth n go back into the earth.

Once flower-appreciating season comes,

I’ll go upto branches again

To spread the news about spring.

杜鹃鸟

一声两声三四声，

梦中惊闻山鸟鸣，

或在西林或在东。

声声不息催人恼，

半送乡音，

半问归程。

嘀嘀咕咕！

我若明日回，

敢问川君陪不陪？

Cuckoos

One coo, two coos an’ three coos, four coos,

In dream, I suddenly heard mount birds cuckooin’.

Dey’re in de east woods or west woods.

Deir constant cuckooin’ made me sad.

Dey’ve brought me de news of my hometown an’

Askin’ about my schedule to go home.

Cuck n cuck! Grumble n murmer!

If I go home tomorrow,

Do you want to accompany me?

杜鹃花

十丛百丛千万丛，

一丛一段回归梦。

说它似火太俗，

说它似霞太庸。

好一个，

不俗不庸的杜鹃红，

缘何这般如此费形容？

曾记否，

蜀王化鸟常啼血，

染透春花情无尽。

声声唤归去，

滴滴铸花魂。

注：川君指杜鹃鸟。

元宵

一镜当空，

万家欢腾。

大街小巷仙乐神灯闹永夜，

丰餐盛宴冰丸玉馔庆常圆。

梦而已！

惜游人况旅，

空对时序移。

纵佳节在即，

也只得空叹息。

空叹息，

天涯海角梦迷离。

好景易入梦，

入梦也易醒，

醒来魂难定，

都只因故国良宵梦中景。

梦中景，

催人愁。

月满西窗凭栏久，

泪水滔滔湿衣袖，

该化作，

几多床前明月，

地上青霜？

Lantern Festival

A mirror is in de sky

All de families go jubilant.

Wid beautiful music an’ bright lanterns,

People go rejoiced all night in streets an’ lanes.

Rich banquets are full of delicious foods;

Ice balls an’ jade delicacies are prepared to celebrate long-lasting reunion.

But it’s just a dream!

Unfortunately as a traveler way from home,

I can do nothing but let de time pass away.

Even if de joyful festival has come,

I could only heave a sigh in vain.

Heavin’ a sigh in vain,

I’m at a loss in my dream at de end of de world.

It’s easy to have fine scenes in dream.

But it’s also easy to awake.

After awaking, it’s difficult to steady my nerve.

Dis is all because of de scenes in dream about my motherland.

De scenes in dream

Made me sad.

Leanin’ on de west window for a long time,

I just let incessant tears wet my clothes.

My tears could turn into

How much bight moon light before my bed

And how much frost on de ground?

乡思

(大运河故乡情)

晚云灿，

夕阳挂；

一川碧水南流下，

两岸槐花香气发。

百里长堤，

千亩滩地；

麦田翻涌如海，

瓜果甜美如蜜。

凉风徐徐扑面刮，

农人荷锄正归家；

牧童倒骑牛背，

身披一身彩霞。

歌儿阵阵，

鞭儿嘎嘎。

羊儿咩咩，

雀儿喳喳；

只搅得，

狗儿汪汪，

鸦儿呱呱。

Home-sick

Evenin’ glow is brilliant,

D settin’ sun is hangin’.

De clear water of Great Canal is flowin’ southward.

Along de river bank, locust flowers give out fragrance.

A hundred-mile-long dike pretects

Thousand acres of farmlands.

Wheat field is like a wavin’ sea;

Melons an’ fruits are honey-sweet.

A cool breeze is fannin’ farmers’ faces.

Dey’re going home wid hoes on shoulders.

On cowbacks, cowboys’re

Shone by colorful evening glow.

Wid songs after songs,

De whips’re cracklin’ aloud.

Sheeps’re bleatin’;

Sparrows’re twitterin’.

Dey made

Dogs barking

An’ crows cawin’.

春日感怀

一襟梨花雨，

两袖杨柳风；

山鸟一呼春到也，

换了人间。

惜芳菲世界，

新燕违约，

迟迟不见到天涯。

纵乡思万种，

该怎生传递？

莫非是，

桥头犹带残雪，

误了故园春消息？

逢春盼息，

常把流年忆，

最忆是孩提。

提篮挖菜，

挥鞭扶犁。

穿花追鸟，

折柳吹笛。

童年风物皆可贵，

最贵少年心。

Feelings in spring

De pear rain moistens my clothes;

De willow wind blows my sleeves.

De mount birds sing an’ spring comes.

De world is changed.

Yet it’s a pity dat in dis beautiful place here,

Having breached contracts wid sping,

New swallows are failed to come to dis world’s end on time.

I miss my hometown,

But how can I transmit my messages?

Cud it be dat

De bridge near my home was still covered by remainin’ snow

So dat de spring messages have been delayed?

Longing for spring messages,

I often recall de time which has passed away.

An’ my childhood is de one I recall most.

Carrying a basket to dig for potherbs;

Waving a whip to plough de fields;

Threading my way thru flowers to chase birds;

Cutting willow twigs to make flutes to play wid.

Everything in childhood is worth cherishing,

Yet de young heart is most valuable.

寻仙

牡丹，故国仙子。闻此地亦有栽培，

然几度寻而未果。今再寻，终偿夙愿。

大有他乡遇故知，泪眼喜相看之慨。

春尽花稀，

百无聊赖，

彳亍山街觅。

朝也寻觅，

暮也寻觅，

朝暮都寻觅，

只因寻仙情未已。

情未已，

惊天地，

花神为我露仙迹。

呀！

溪头忽转灿阳照，

正层楼叠宇，

清风暗浴。

好一派，

槛曲流丹，

径斜飞翠，

粉金弥香蕊。

这便是，

故园仙子梦中遇，

醒来叫人好生地觅。

觅觅觅，

觅得却无语，

任由风儿戏。

戏我心忒痴，

寻仙品出天涯味，

犹有凄凉意。

不是凄凉意，

乃是思乡绪。

绪太浓，

情太重。

山菊

神采奕奕，

向悬崖绝壁，

探三两枝。

惜蜂媒蝶使，

无情怕新寒，

忍将清芬弃，

早已是闻风丧胆，

销声匿迹无处觅。

更秋君不知爱惜，

遣雨打霜欺。

打也无所谓，

欺也只等闲。

世间磨难冷于冰，

霜雨何足惧？

万转千回思想过，

梦绕魂牵效香梅，

恨无雪相陪。

秋韵

重阳已过着新冷，

枫又如花露又浓。

半夜潇潇雨，

一夜飒飒风，

晓来满地红。

轻举步，

举步轻，

为把秋留住，

不忍踏残英。

痴人如我呆模样，

拳拳一片童稚心。

莫笑，莫笑，

应惜秋红短似春。

秋思

斜日黄昏，

信步枫林。

正凉风飒飒，

如哦如吟；

恰红叶片片，

若染若焚。

登高极目眺，

千里暮云平。

遥怜故乡此季，

秋露比酒浓。

醉得千山艳，

熏得万壑红。

联翩浮想，

陶然自痴。

思随云去，

爱与风驰。

恨不得

共一点飞鸿东下，

早了却

天涯客归乡心事。

夜译

斜月穿窗，

凉风入户。

已是更深人静，

正好译书时候。

似这般废食忘寝，

拼的就是贪学无度。

秋冬连春夏，

雨雪复晴阴。

枉度光阴否？

常做扪心问。

笔不离手，

书不离心。

酸甜苦辣填胸臆，

冷暖枯荣铸诗文。

峥峥嵘蝾万千日，

辗辗转转到如今。

依旧是殷殷勤勤，

青春年少那颗学子心。

(未完待续)