Category: Poem selection
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Memories 回忆
The stars scattered across the sky,Are they lighthouses among the clouds?Reflecting memories in the flowing waters,Leaving behind a beautiful melancholy,For the solitary sail in the night. A strange poem drifts across the ocean.As stars fade away,The world loses its light.And thus the waves send off the solitary sail,Leaving behind a solitary person meditating for beauty.…
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Photos from the college life 大学的照片
Photo after photo,Carefully perused as graduation nears.How much time is captured in these albums!Before the photos, I’m filled with tears,While inside the photos, I’m filled with laughter and joy. Only in that small world,Can I forever spend time with friends,Forever laugh, forever be free,Forever enveloped in a warm glow of enthusiasm. Flipping through the album,…
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Choosing the PhD programme 为了选校
The rivers thawedas I solidify beneath the mountains.Looking up, gazing far –Beauty lies on the other shore! I travelled there on a cluster of stars,But sacred brilliance suddenly melds into silence as I touch the ground.It was but a mirage!Now I finally understand: The beautiful shore,Is right under my feet,Yet beautiful imaginations,Will forever dwell on…
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The nights of London 最爱伦敦的夜晚
Memories fade in the twilight,Only the cobblestone pathsretain centuries of frozen imaginations. The nights of LondonAre sweet and melancholic like poetry.Silence is the most beautiful note here –Every breath I takeWill find an echo in the corner. 18 March 2024 in London 记忆终于在暮色里消退只有石板路，还记载着百年凝固的想象 伦敦的夜，像诗一样甜蜜而悲凉宁静是最美的音符——我的一呼一吸总能在角落里找到回响 2024年3月18日于伦敦
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Song on the branches 树枝上的歌声
The song on the branchesWakes me from dreams, intoxicates, permeates –Is this a preacher coming from afar?Everything suddenly turns sacred:The cabin transforms into the cathedral’s dome,Awaiting the miracle that bathes all in its light. The organ peals forth,Then suddenly stills. At the end of a minor key,The sun does not rise,Yet my sleeves are dotted…
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Rejection letters 拒信
Sleepwalkingthrough forgotten lands,Sleepwalking,past shattered lamps. Autumn leaves wither in the air,Falling into dark flowing water.What are those in the distance?They are silent and sleepless nights. 1 February 2024 in London, after multiple PhD rejection letters 梦游在遗忘的土地，梦游走过打碎的灯。 秋叶在空中枯萎坠入黑暗的流水在远方，在远方无言，彻夜难眠 2024年2月1日于伦敦，同时收到好几封PhD拒信以后
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No title 无题
The dawn at Cold Spring Harbor, I roam with you!I’m the ghost on this mountain road,my murmurs stir the darkened paths! 25 January 2024 at Cold Spring Harbor Laboratory 凌晨的冷泉港， 我在此漫游！我是这条山路上的幽灵，我的低吟凌乱黑色的走廊！ 2024年1月25日于冷泉港实验室
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There is no rejection letter in the mailbox 邮箱没有拒信
In the early morning, I startle awake for you.In the late of night, I stay awake for you.Does your silence come from not understanding,Or from understanding too well? Your silenceis like the night of time,I endured the cold night with hopes,Yet the dawn never arrives. In the cycle of dark nights,I missed the moments of…
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The moon tonight is in the poem 今晚的月亮在诗中
The moon tonight is in the poem.The tide is rising,I raise my pole,Steering into the reflections of stars. 14 November 2023 in London 今晚的月亮在诗中涨潮了，我撑起长篙，驶进星星的倒影 2023年11月14日于伦敦
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Autumn night 秋夜随想
It is the autumn wind!Leaves weave illusions of fairy tales in its breath.The moon will not rise tonight,Only the flickering Milky Way will fill our dreams. Farewell,The countless stars strewn across the path.With one breeze, the world will lose the trace of time,And solitude will reign over the slumber of the universe! 31 October 2023…
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Autumn wind 秋风
I spent a night at the window,Smelling the autumn wind –Will I therefore become an autumn leaf,Carried away by the breeze? In the autumn wind,I scent the setting sun.That is a plump golden disc,Warming the golden farmland. And the autumn wind carries my familiar scents –The scents of my initial arrivals!And the scents of many…
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Night walker 夜行者
The night of New Yorkis the night of wild freedom.Donning a cap,Each step I take is bold. Lights dim, I am the shadow of the long night,Under a moonless, windy sky, I am the flowing glow.I call out in the dark night, weaving through the fog,Since I am unperceived, I move without a sound. And…
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Walking in Manhattan 匍匐
On the path adorned with blossoms,Countless people’s shadows blur into a wall.Yet I’m walking alone,Struggling to pass through cracks in the wall. The ground has been sized by dark clouds,Leaving only the crimson of flowers.When did these flowers become human shadows,Where many grotesque faces flicker in and out of sight? The moon has withered away,But…
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Walking across Manhattan 曼哈顿随想
Beneath Manhattan’s steel walls,I long for the blue skies and the peaceful moonlight.But everywhere is glare and neon spender.Looking up is daunting,But looking down is to submit, to kneel before this mighty human civilisation. Then I understand the drawings and design inside those skyscrapers.In the crevices of Manhattan’s steel walls,Who has hung their gardens in…
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Longing for freedom – fantasy of the night 向往自由——黑夜幻想曲
When I entrust all hopes and sorrows,To the embrace of the earth,My longing shall never tear me apart,And my soul will find a moment’s respite. Thus, I consign my form and shadow,To the tender care of the night’s embrace,Transforming into a black torch,With phosphorescence, streaking across the desolate tombs,Flickering like ghostly fires in the valley’s gloom. I…
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Hyde Park in Early Summer 海德公园的初夏
Hyde Park, warmed by the sun,As beautiful as the park under the sunlight,so bittersweet within—My dear park is no longer belonging to me alone. 23 May 2023 in London And so, I arrive early,Chasing the steps of the sunrise,From now on, a thousand golden threads become the tapestries of Hyde Park,And I become the azure…
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The story of A-choo in the library 图书馆的故事
Ah—choo!A sneeze nearby starts the story. Plop—splash!A blue paper soaked in a strange liquid falls into the bag next to me. Curious, I turn my head to get a better look. Plop—splash!Another paper lands in the bag.Plop—splash!A fresh one misses the mark! It’s in!I’m genuinely happy for him. But just when things are getting interesting,He…
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Fruit fly in the library 图书馆的果蝇
In the library, a fruit fly buzzed around,I searched for Hox genes, but answers weren’t found,Proboscipedia? Labial? Which one could it be?A cough, a groan, and the fly stirred from its seat. Fruit fly! My heart leaped with joy,Trembling with excitement, my emotions employed,This feeling that I have, I cannot explain,Not even with jewels that…
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Journey 忆旅途
In the vastness of the night, I can write the saddest lines,Yet in a warm room, I would only listen to the night repeatedly。As the stars sparkle, I wanter aimlessly,Yet in a warm room, I’m moved again and again by the stars. Which small country road can lead to the promised land?Vast prairies, can you…
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Winter in Hyde Park 海德公园的冬天
In the profound silence of the morning, I walk alone in the park,A momentary breeze,Becomes mountain mist, morning dew, and a curtain of ice,Blending everything into a stark white snowfield. I see the leaves trembling on the tree,Are they fearful of falling?Or is it the suppressed spirit of winter,Finally seeking release? 16 December 2022 in…
Runtian Wu 