Wednesday, January 17, 2007 7:02:48 PM
Down the quiet nights
I am joyfully aware that I should be so calm. How much I want to say: I miss you, but please don’t take it to heart. My missing is that gentle feelings rippling in my bosom, which need neither widely knowing nor sharing; Vanished yearning has transformed into a kind of being tranquil continuing forever and leisure free of desire and pursuing, which are suffused with remaining warmness in the bottom of my heart.
We are calmly acquainted in an early winter, and indifferently in contact with each other in spring and summer, while in such a season where maples are fierily red, passionate sparks are at last ignited，at just which moment, I realize I have harvested your passions and affected by them, and from then on, billows surge in my life. Then at any time your breath permeates the air around me, where chants my care.
In numerous dreams I visualize the future. At this moment the music of peace and leisure like a soft rivulet has flown into the blank valley of my awaked dreams. Listening to the soul-touching light music, watching that floating leaf in the tea cup…, I seem to have felt your smiles dance through space-time and soak my heart.
As long as it is in my mind, it is always beautiful; As long as it is in my mind, this period of time is very warmly pleasant. Is it a feeling being attached to a person? Why this missing is not willing to steadily hide in my heart? Then this time let me indulge my emotions instead of keeping them in reticence and being overcautious.
Immersed in this graceful music, I am willing to be like this: quietly waiting for you, missing you….静夜寻幽
Friday, November 24, 2006 3:34:55 PM
Pushing open my window, I look up to the misty horizon, an expanse of white snow walking here with deliberate steps, and then silently spreading all over the place before my window.
I Standing in the quietness without any uproar, and appreciating the pure white without any ornament, all the stories concerned with snow again recur to my mind, warming the chilly season and lighting up my spiritual world.
At such a night with snow falling, fresh air is playing an old song, which evokes pieces of old time and the ever plot. I know now you are swirling here, around me. Tender voice is reverberating in my ears
I had believed that leaving a missing engraved on my bones and heart could be firmly entrenched in a promise of all my life. I had thought that time’s passing could have the drifting spirit find a perch. At this moment, I shut my eyes, wondering if this interlude is the peak of poetic perfection through the ages.
Now I am just a swing sealed up, perplexed in waiting and wretched when awaking from dreams. Unwittingly cold air has drawn various flowers of snow on icy windows . How beautiful, yet in the feelings mingled romance and reason, they can only be blooming in reticent longing and expectation, no alternative . And perhaps to snow, the elegant bouquet just belongs to nights, disappearing before dawn.
Snow is quietly falling, like fluttering petals from heaven in summer with gentle breeze , and also like catkin blowing here with wind at the end of spring. Devoutly I melt into a glittering and comfortable artistic conception, blending joys and melancholy into a wine cup, and kneading passion and the dispirited into the snow, and then I walk towards a silvery world, leaving strings of deep and shallow attached sentiments.
Passions remain as ever and my dreams are still alive , staying in feelings and dancing in fingers.
Saturday, September 23, 2006 7:39:12 PM
Quietly I wait in front of the window, staring blankly at graceful starlight. At this moment, my mind is sauntering in my poetry. In the warm season, I long for a snow, expecting cool breeze to bring you here and then let me jubilantly hold you in the center of my palms.
On account of loving snow, I unknowingly got down to taking note of you. It is in consequence of getting close to you that I am much more attached to snow. I am fond of the sagacity of snow and its natural, unrestrained whirl filling in the whole sky. I desire to walk through your world, having the spirit flying in my face covering my soft body. I know only in this way, can I communicate with you.
Lively and boundlessly snowflakes swirl down. I can’t help wandering whose eyes can reach your ultimate. Now my ceaseless missing has embroidered a branch of a plum blossom. The sprouted twig is stretching out for your orientation. Following its leading, incessantly I gaze at… then realizing I might as well close my eyes, imagining the sunshine after snowing. Now it seems as if I saw the thawed river is trickling, delivering my chant and the throb of dancing with snow.
My world is solemn and pure. Slices of fluttering snowflakes are brighter and clearer than moonlight. One thousand snowflakes, one million…, alongside me from deep, serene and concealed horizon they float down. While my thirsty tongue only should love to gather a snow savor and collect a wisp of fragrance of yours.
Who is standing in the tranquil white and making an appointment with me? Who is waiting in the lightest time and dancing with me? Faced with you, I have forgotten melancholy; I have forgotten prosperity and clamor; I have forgotten sorrow and joy hidden in the wind. I know just a swift swirl of yours and a passionate embrace will present me with a spring.
At this moment tonight, my solitary innermost being is yearning for your coming. I paint all my missing into your appearance, waiting for you to lithely fall onto the center of my palms and then I will rejoice to melt you with my warmness. When sun rises, standing in the fresh and humid air, I hold the crystal bead of water in my both hands, smilingly soaring together with you to the dreamy distance.
Monday, August 21, 2006 5:42:14 PM