2021 Poems Chinese to English

Resuming Working after Annual Leave 20210103

The ground is hazy, the sky is dark
the annual leave over. I get up early and feel miserable.
I can't bear to look at the mountains.
I look at the mirror，laughing at the frosty face.

In the warm future, spring is beautiful,
only sighing time becomes less daily with the wind
I hate how many regrets there are in life,
and I always miss the full moon and good blossoms

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Beauties Generate Sadness 202101xx

Beauties generate sadness
Fair faces generate sorrow
None however are rejectable
Young hearts’re easily trapped
Old ones to confusion susceptible
Fresh lotus flower
Graceful in??water
How not they make people admire
By the vast lotus pond
I recall the Yangtze delta
That lone trip on a wood boat I lament
On Grand Canal in the prime of my age
Back in those years I spent
A night in a Su-Hang voyage
I shared a cabin with a beauty
For a miserable speechless night
At dawn we got off the boat
The chance of dating in flight
Now in reminiscence
She is nowhere in sight

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Waking Up from A Dream 2021xxxx

Waking up from a dream, I feel extremely sad
All the sceneries over past years are confused
It's hard to describe the sadness because of the confusion
And I stay late in bed

Don't know when comes enlightenment
Who knows the dream under the pagoda tree
After watching the Red Chamber Dream I realize
That I should stay away from curved brows

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Waking Up at Morning 20210620

Dreams at the pillow, a multi-event show
Hard to recall at waking up though
An overcast sky came into view
Blank as the future freezing my heart so

 

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Revision of an Earlier Poem 2021xxxx

Early spring rains beats hard on windows
The lamp appears weak in dark shadows
Ocean wind shakes my humble abode
The door bears the heavenly rain’s load
My shoes and socks wet, I quickly change
House empty, I do not meal arrange
Watching tele drama on TV
Body lifeless and heart as ashy ?

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Chinese Dama 20210905

A wonder in deed is the Chinese dama
Up on peach trees to be photoed with flowers
Flowers are young with the beauty of spring
Damas’ brows have seen the work of ploughs
Her silk scarf is like the weapon of Monkey King
Hidden or exhibited, it invites lots of vows
The worst thing is the collective show of vulgarity
Piled up, it's less presentable that a herd of cows

 

Dreams Lost upon Waking Up 20210916

In tangled dreams I wake, yet cannot find them anymore;
The morning star not out yet, the night hangs there still
The heartless hourglass refuses to be stopped
A shattered life, for no clear reason, is on the anvil

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If not for WeChat showing me the moon,

I’d have forgotten Mid-Autumn this year.

The moon is full month after month—

Why should this day claim it to be fair?

I’m a lone wanderer at the edge of the world;

With moonlight in hand, there’s no one to share

Missing home under the moon is long time ago

Nowadays I’m too busy to bother with the affair.

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Seeing a Photo of Huangpu River 20210921

Huangpu River reflects rosy clouds that glow
Twinkling are the skyscrapers’ many a window
In groups, people appreciate the autumn scene
Whom to summon as my pal to enjoy the show?

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Returning Home in Dream 20211010

In dreams, I seem to have returned home
Where grass is still green outside the tiny room
Time has not undone my former hair
By the window I see stars of old days loom

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Long Night 20211015

It’s long night here in Monterey
What dream I had is hard to say
In the moon palace someone’s dancing away

Clock is heard ticking the night
Stars move and everything changes
Who can keep youth like angels

 

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The ticking of the clock disturbs my sleep
Back to my dream pillow I can hardly creep
Counting the needles to make myself fall asleep
So as to invite the Zen bell my company to keep

 

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Presidio of Monterey 20211107

On Presidio the eagle monument stands high.
Down below desolate Monterey Bay does lie.
Walls of clouds seen in the vast sky,
Gracefully gulls fly.
The silver sand is washed by the slow waves of tide.
In weeds before the eyes historical sites hide.
In breezes are not heard cavalries galloping by.
Strong horses and long rifles of past did die.
Enemies to fight
How many times the canons did soldiers light?