There is finally one day when the see breeze arrives by my window,
Lifting all the papers on the table,
Turning them into a white expanse, like drifting grains of sand.

It approached me, laughing heartily in the doorway,
Who knows from where this charm originates, Light and a fine rain mingles, making the room feel like spring.

The past years are like clouds over the wilderness,
Those faces in the storm,
Turn into resilient water, flowing beside me.

The power of the valley brings me the white lotus in my dream.
How ethereal and gentle it is!
That floating, gentle form –
Can it slip into my backpack, so we may meet on the other side of the mountain?

20 February 2022 in London

海风

终于有一天，在窗边能吹到海风
将满桌子的材料掀起，
白茫茫一片，如同飘飞的沙粒

你向我走近，在门缝里哈哈大笑
谁知道是哪里的神韵，
轻灵带着细雨，让房间如同春天

过往与荒年，如同旷野的云烟
暴风雨里的面庞
顽强的水，流淌在我的身边

山谷的力量，吹来了梦境里的白莲
那飘盈轻柔的身姿啊，
能否钻进我的行囊，我们一起在山的那头相见？

2022年2月20日于伦敦