Mount. Tianmen, a Gate to the Sky

There is no such a lane without thistles and thorns

Along the ladder, it extends afar

Step by step, the sky changes above

The rock climbs on top of another rock

One climbs on top of where he was before

There is no despair but to pierce oneself

The Gate is a broken skylight in the world

Mankind has reached itself in its rift of suffering

A whisper in wind: whoever passes through the Gate

Are gods themselves!

Mount. Tianzi, an Ideal Rural Idyll

Wulingyuan, a wonderland in the world

Mount. Tianzi, an ideal rural idyll

Be it a cliff or a deep valley

It is a kind of self-cultivation and meditation

Those who come and those who go are against wind and rain

The rocks having suffered the great changes

In millions of years

Grow in the lonely air

The five-thousand-year crops and the bright moon

Are just awe-inspiring

Golden Stone Stream

From the peaks flow clear brooks

I take a scoop of cold water

To drink with the heaven and earth

Every single drop of clean water

In reflection looks for its past life

The overlapped shades always keep in the sun flowing direction

There is no need to reach the sea or the other side

The water disappears with the stream

I am a fish on the winding canvases

Making a pause as a drop of water  

Baofeng Lake

A blue lake environed by green mountains

Is an unspoiled Shangri-La

They are in an attitude and posture

Of blending to each other

Seeing them in embrace, the universe is drunk

Seeing them in love, the world is drunk

So long as the mountain is green, so long I’ll be drunk

So long as the lake is clear, so long I’ll be pure

In Shangri-La, let’s wash the vulgar face of this life

In the soul lake of the afterlife

The Peak Wall

The peak wall maintains the standing posture of water

The water once refused to flow

Started out for eons and eventually return to the rock

And become the upward-sloping part

Tilt is a kind of forge and pain

Pain is another curve of inclination

Extending to a destiny

After all the suffering of being crushed

The rocks that have been weathered and corroded

Seems to grow the attributes of iron and compassion

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QIN Feng, real name PU Jianxiong, male, Doctor of Literature. Member of Chinese Poetry Society, member of Sichuan Writers Association. He has won the first Global Chinese Poetry Prize, the first Tianfu Literature Prize, the Great Wall Literature Prize, the SU Dongpo Literature Prize, and the ten Best anti-epidemic poetry prizes in China. His literary works have published on literature journals and albums home and abroad. He is the author the poetry anthology Stepping on the Horizon.

ZHANG Qiong， Associate Professor of School of Foreign Languages of Zhaoqing University，senior member of Translators Association of China, President of Translators Association of Zhaoqing.

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