The Night That Makes Us Grow Up Slowly
Keep this passage of time in mind on such a night no nostalgia of hometown or sadness of parting
Only a winding stream of reminiscence that year that month two people under the same roof who take important things easy
Moonlight chatting silence and occasional cold wind blowing through the collars seem to contain words of concern
Forgetting the long journey over mountains and across seas only warmth fills the eyes listening and expecting tearing and painful are the sounds from the pages
Realize many years later that such cries oppressive though always bring tears to our eyes
Then tears turn out to be medicine to help grow up
Now I cry little not because of old age but this tender heart has found a key
Knowing that each single night or day has nothing to do with destiny
Life will be a favonian trip with the heart pervaded with scent of flowers
Rebirth
As autumn comes，a grand ceremony follows
Grass, petals，and fruits
With bites of some insects
Even souls walking down the streets
Each step taken by me, is a question, with echoes
As if from dews, whether weak or strong
Pilgrim is everywhere
Endless reflection is everywhere
On a radiant branch, I try to give up
Logging, but gazing at each ripple
Of amazing sunshine, countless delicate waves
Pounding at thousands of rivers and moons upon them
All seem unreal, I know myself
There’s only one moon in my heart
I neither decline nor possess
I love the land, and all its
Presents, I love the true
The dreamy, at the warmest moment
I’m willing to retreat one step
Another step
Until, there’s no turning back
Until you fall in love, with my
Rebirth
At The Thought Of The Beautiful
Think of the beautiful
Think of life in a poem
Two trees are in love
But willing to leave
A space of eternity
Wind can't enter
Rain can't enter
Only thought of each other
Can well fill
The gap in between
If You Love This World
Today I only have a little
Grains and nuts
I refuse duck neck, chicken leg and good-will
Sheep liver
I fear their painful moaning
Would rot in my stomach
I fear some day, I would suddenly hear
My own heart weeping
Out of the earth, many shadows have grown
That know not the truth
The horrible violence
Greediness of human nature
The mouth is like a gate of blessing or misfortune
Gardens and fields on one side
Swamps of trap and death on the other
Those weak and kind, how innocent they are
Like floss on a primerose， bringing out
Another kind of beauty
Like willowed riverside, whistle spreading in the fine sky
There’s always some recovery from the melody
Totally unguarded
One Meter Away
How many people still talk about love
I’ve painted a lake
Waiting for you a stupid bird
Don’t worry
I’m not your cage
But one who is the farthest from you
I’m only your spring tide
Your sand
An amber castle
When you’re tired
Now it’s my choice
To think of you
In a way the safest
My love is nearest
Yet I’m the farthest
From you
When I’m With You
I’ll write down eternity
Write down four seasons, sunshine
Write down a deep well
The water in my writing had better
Be cool and sweet
The people in my writing be all
Water like
Including you
I’m in your water
Immersed
Blooming into merciful flowers
One by one
My whole life
Wherever you are
I’ll bloom
In your direction
I Always Think Of You Like This
I always think of you like this
Sunny after rainy
I’ll enjoy sunshine with you
Airing cotton clothes grey hair
Airing
Wrinkles that started to appear last year
And our love so shy
At a young age
In the narrow lane
Of the past long lost
We will walk around
And rest
Free like butterflies
Maybe all has changed
Or maybe not
Think of the warmth of your hands, the look in your eyes
How can they change
Think of
My funny uneasiness and awe
At the beginning
Life will unavoidably age
Like this
But love buried at heart
Never will
（Tr. by Yang Yujun）
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Honorary Doctor of Letters from the American Academy of World Cultures and Arts, a member of the Chinese Writers Association, the vice president of the World Chinese Love Poetry Society, and the head of the female poets recitation group of the Beijing Recitation Art Troupe. He has written poems such as "Wang Yanding's Selected Poems", "Wang Yanding's Selected Poems of the Century", "In the Hometown of Tang Poetry", "My Silent Happiness Became a Lotus" and so on. A collection of Chinese poems "Warm-in-Hand Warmth" (selected in the "21st Century Literature Star" series by the Chinese Writers Association and the Chinese Literature Foundation in 2005). He participated in the twenty-fourth "Youth Poetry Association" of Shizongsha. His works have won many awards, and he has been selected into various literary texts at home and abroad. He is often invited to attend recitation performances at various literary evenings. Many oil paintings have been collected by Chinese and foreign collectors. In November 2017, he was co-sponsored by the Chinese New Poetry Research Institute of Southwest University and other units in the "Chinese New Poetry Centennial" Global Chinese Poetry Poetry Selection, and won the "100 Most Powerful Poets" Award of Chinese New Poetry Centennial.
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