Adieu, Winter

By Cheng Lie

From memory for buds first open
the lights of time are fertile rapidly
peach blossoms, waking up from dirt,
go through the heavy armor of winter
burning in treasures of spring.
As well as old friend, the rains returned
almost close, but far away, blooming flowers
as if a surrogate of crowd. In depths of falling flowers
memory sneaks, just like in thoughts of
who's coming, who's wandering
a nameless solitude hurts the world.
With a whisper full of thoughts,
people under falling flowers
the great ship of time that filled with succubi
of brevity, just to faraway places.

2017/ translated by Chen Zihong

辞冬

程烈

经过蓓蕾初放的回忆
时间的光迅猛繁殖
桃花，从一把泥土里苏醒，
穿过严冬厚重的壳
在一片春天的财富中燃烧。
雨水似故人，去而复还
似近，且远，盛开的花瓣
仿佛众人的替身。落花深处
记忆潜行，像怀念
谁来到， 谁徘徊
无名的孤单让世界疼痛，
落花之下的人们
带着呢喃细思，
光阴之船满载无常的魅影
然后远去。

2017年