A wooden door, a roof overgrown with moss,
Meadows, fences, and a garden full of roses.
Morning birds awaken while the stars still linger in the sky.
I toil in the fields,
Not planting crops, nor flowers—
I plant only poems.
Pondering over and over,
To exchange my yearning for the earth’s emotion.

18 December 2022 in London

归隐

木门，长满青苔的屋顶
草原，篱笆，开满蔷薇的花地
晨鸟初醒，天边的星辰犹在
我在田地里耕耘
不种庄稼，不种花
我只种诗
反复揣摩，反复斟酌
用我的渴求，
换来大地的感动

2022年12月18日于伦敦