For ages, it feels like I’m sitting in a wheelchair
and pushed along by endless trivial matters.
The coolness of the evening awakens my hidden thoughts,
Bringing me back to reflect within poetry.
Receding, dreaming, reappearing,
Imagining the freedom of a night bird.

21 November 2022 in London

杂诗

很久很久像是坐在轮椅里，
被无尽的琐事推行
晚上的清凉唤醒了隐秘的思想，
让我来到诗中回首
远去，梦见，重现，
像夜鸟一样的自由

2022年11月21日于伦敦