March's Rainy Curtain
星期一 十一月 09, 2009 10:16 am
Come with me
to the South of China,
in rainy March.
Down a long lane,
under an oil-paper umbrella,
our strolling steps
interwoven with raindrops.
Roam with me
towards the West Lake.
Upon the warm breeze,
within a night, the banks turn green.
Through slanted eaves,
crisp birdcalls and golden sunrays
beam my river-flowing home.
Boats line along narrow canals.
Yet, the north wind flutters
our correspondence.
Upon my desk, daffodils
outline their yellow hem --.
my nostalgia lost in
a far drifting curtain;
drizzle in lilac scent
fails to curl up.