a clearing in the wood

There was a clearing in the wood
like a dais in the silence
where we were watched by trees
and bug's eyes hard and glazed
Masses of wild flowers, yellow and purple
reclaimed the entrance path
Our mundane world's attire
became superfluous
I touched your waist
your spot of hidden pain
In so magical a place, lovemaking too
became redundant
as natural as an undulating stream
heaving and panting
Then a dragonfly came, perched
on that glowing tip of your limb, and
sucked the saline, with solemnity all around
Two mating bugs lay quiet and still
after their climax
only the flowers began to wave
the misty sleepiness gently

autumn, I will be tired

sky covers meadow as plastic cloth
spring water rest against rock
dust scattering among grasses
wheat bundles in field
still meditate
containing strong sunlight
I will arrive at there
A bank, is the place we will rest
Reed broken
Stick to sunset
Autumn, I will be tired
Horse eyes will become yellow too
It endure
Stand in hot grasses

many things will be remembered at this time
remember of that spring wind
that summer rain
bat-flower shadow always fly
remember of a heavy snow will come soon
cover this wheat field
crows will skate after wheel trace
leave floral motif

at that time, we will own a small house
watching snow flakes fall lightly
like frozen wheat fringe, wordless
such time lasts as if thousand years
along breath will find lips
black bushes faraway
save our hearts
very big
like berry
like dream, begin at there

like dream, begin at there
no more waiting
no more fatigue
I will light up stove fire
Keep it burning
For future generations

father

father is old
the lamp still burning morning
nobody know when father was old
while I sat in the corner
eating a cake
digging plum in it with fingers
I didn?ˉt look at him
I knew nothing

Father is old
Always turn the radio aloud
Chopsticks drips when having a meal
Trees in gust
Also dripping water
Dripping water, branches shining

clouds over hill, draw away a forest
I don?ˉt consider things later
Father returned
Swept up scared branches
With hands as chrysanthemum
I didn?ˉt consider things later
I still sat in corner
Eating that piece of cake
As if never finished it

That day, as if never finished
Outside, the fence he set up is still new

happiness of autumn

every summer, you will hide in crowd
your ebb tide,leaving me there
like a single stone
I know, I will sit on the long-bench at autumn
my smile, still holds nothing
but strangely feels happiness 

in small paper house
there will be some words,as pebbles
that float up from clear water
wind swells slowly too
until it becomes a whirlpool 
in the distance
one man, like a child
suddenly thinks of summer vacation,
the homework which he does not finish
Thus in a corner, he find me

(translate by Deborah and the author)

letters

Often I need to write letters
when I feel sorrow

I wrote down a long, long letter
but as the sadness dropped on paper
those words restored me 
curiously
thus I hid the letter
and wrote down another
very short, very brief
It said, "I am well."

Often I would miss you
at such moments,I wrote nothing
at such moments
it would snow here
a heavy, heavy snow
with leaves, frozen in the sky

when snow stopped falling
I returned from the snow field
and find your letters
warmly berthed there

(by Deborah and the author)

Limit of individual

Sunset. Down the long streets
On a bench, I turn my head,
The summer stars uncounted.
There is not enough time to give them names
Before their quiet burned out.
The streets with roofs all swollen
are burned out by the low sun.
Its flaming secrets
Touch no one here
With sleep and death.
But when I turned again
To look down that brilliant street,
I saw your true, secret face
Among the leaves, birds, smog
That eternity varies endlessly.
But I am bound by fleshly habits.
In beds, drinks,
In silent books and small excitements
I hide my laziness----
They are not to be seen again by mortals,
Those jewels the gods guard with forgetfulness:
A poem among porch, eternal trees, endless stream.

love poem

love you ,separate by a desk
separate by many years
fresh dream ,showing a low-tide sea
wood piece spring up under fingers one after another
real sea stand far away ,like a flat wood
love you, separate by many layers of cloth
separate by sole sea

the roof higher than our heads
the moon higher than roof
I love you from every angle
separate by many uncleaned ash
we both belong to this door
can be pushed out to rigor winter at anytime
in house ,there is only night
we are destined to leave
disappear at one moment

love you , separate by skin
separate by night
separate by a gust of wind ,gaze you
I stand in the distance
separate by several woman?ˉs face
love you ,then lose you

march

Light yellow faced lover
she waits,  fairing through
the whole winter
reading my first, second 
and third shadows

like light yellow faced pupil
she walks out of my poems
with fresh cut hair
happily 
black bud stitches on branches
we will walk along the flowing edge of winter
whispering between winter and spring

such days she is glad to see
my pondering face,
glad to see me 

silently we pass those places
where our first love sprouts

these are very common days
I used to close the door behind me
No more, now it is open - 
My lover always besides me
reading my poems loudly,
till the forest trudges 
through the remains of ashen earth
and spring's roaring sounds 
submerge us.

(by Deborah and the author)

mother

The days expiated by you now expiating me
mother, the person left wheat and volcano
fate to return with stained body, plunge into water
be chased pheasant fate to plunge into snow

days we can company each other are countable
that winter , I cross field furrow to watch movie
on return, suddenly find time and space is so vast
when everything is over, you maybe other?ˉs mother
can?ˉt recognize my hands reach out to you in snow
I hurry to home, kindly, excited, worried
As if have been leaving home for five years

in childhood, when you go to neighbor?ˉs house
I search you , worn out after game
First shout out ,I am hunger
before my feet tread into the door
You always flush, reprove me
You think I am greedy of neighbor?ˉs food
You don?ˉt know I only want you return home

until now, you still laugh me for this
you so easily deny my love
I smile along with you, feel relaxed and confused

Nowadays so easily send away
I write winter poems, gnawing frozen bun
Full of sweet taste in mouth
These are days faraway you
It will take long time to find you
Shout out, mom I am hunger

simplicity

I can?ˉt understand you, you are too simple
Your words clear, like blue sky among branches
For a moment, I take it as a cloth
Or other simple thing
You become more clearer, still smiling
As if water splashing on tree top
And I, like a man long for travel
Before him, not the river with turbulent waves
But signals of ego interweaving together

The end of year

One thousand year past,only cry and color
Tip dust back to  bag again
Heart is only a bag,dark cornor
Cold and silent,land is arising
For the dead.White sun teinkle
But night arrive earlier
In clea